Lets Celebrate
Riding the storms,
She was born.
With a fishing rod in her hand,
Better than most fishermen.
Her aim was to catch the biggest fish,
To make a delicious dish.
She will feed all the homeless on the street,
It will be a great feast.
First she will lure it with her bait,
And patiently wait.
Determined and competent,
She caught a Merlin.
Now she can celebrate,
With all her homeless mates.
Copyright © Roebain Christians | Year Posted 2021
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