Grandpa's Still Fishing With a Line and Hook
grandpa, a hard rock fisherman
and freckled fly rod journeyman
eyed fish in the morning mist
kissing with giggles and a lemon twist
said he saw a bobbing head
round and fat with tuffs of red
six feet tall as the tale’s told
painted in a mermaid gold
casting bait the gossip spread
like butter on a loaf of bread
the silver hook reeled in
snared pearl dentures left to him
sporting a sparkling wink and Cheshire grin
papa set hooks that haul us in
anglers balanced that fishy tale
filleted on a comic Richter scale
two puzzled men ventured to say
Arthur C. Clarke wrote the play
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