My Fishy

Jesus never called me to be a fisher of woman,
but you changed that.

I waited, impatiently, for the hook to shake;
I never thought you would add me in just a few days.

Well, Facebook was never the place to date,
and I guess in many ways,
I was creepy;

But you passed yet another test,
When you weren't shaken as I figured out your address.

So I thought I'd come over,
And test the waters out;
Little did I know,
The lake of love would take me down.

So here we are,
me and my fishy,
now you will always have me around.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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