Gone Fishing
Burbling brooks
Small fish hooks
A rod goes thwip
With subtle whip
the float will drop
soft gentle plop
Tick, tock, tick
Patience the trick
A mighty thwap
The line goes snap
Wind with zeal
The whirring reel
Splish, splash, splosh
Oh my gosh
That's one big fish
Fit for a dish
Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Date wrote: 8th July 2022
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2022
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