I Almost Pooed My Pants

With my fishing vest and waders, and a found long wooden staff I walked along the jetty, on a rock-piled curvy path The day had grown to darkness, with no light there to be found When something unknown had startled me, when it made a screeching sound Afraid of it, I started walking fast, almost in run-mode pace Scared to death, and loss of breadth, and whiteness on my face For every step that I had taken, this thing had taken one too So scared of it, I was, it almost made me poo A nest of string all full of weeds, I had to laugh a hoot To find out it was a fishing line, that was wrapped around my boot It must have clung onto my boots, when the ocean ebbed low tide So, I had a breath to breathe, and I laughed like hell...inside A Funny Memories Poetry Contest Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg 1/12/22