School Is In

Walking to the end, of this old wooden dock. The tranquility of the pond, is disturbed, with a wizz and a plop Ripples ,run from this, bright orange bobber. To town has come, the foolish fish, robber. Beneath the surface, Old Tom sees, a flash of gold , and wriggly brown. For the reaper , has come, to this watery town. One young Bream, plays hooky, from the school. Ole Tom yells wait, don't go there, you fool. Ah ...but the promise, of a free , high protein meal. Has already sealed, the poor fingerlings deal. With a splash , and flash of silver, he goes. The young fish stare in horror, but 0le Tom knows. Stay in school, because the first, shiny thing that comes your way, may have a catch.