Sailfish to Heaven
Jill warned Jack (up to a grasshopper's knee),
"stay on the shore to dwell,
or you're body will go to the raging sea,
and your soul will go to Hell".
Jack grabbed his stand-up fishing pole - said he,
"I bet you sixty to seven,
it may very well be, that I'll drown on the sea,
but I'll catch a sailfish to heaven".
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2024
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