Tails Up
Commercial season in its full swing
boats afloat dot foggy harbor scene
we're off like a prom dress
let's catch a mega-mess
barbs a'flyin', some even obscene
Wish 'em up! Catch 'em up! Bend the rod!
tease with the herring, but not the cod.
weekend revolution
curse the thoughtless googans
less than seventy-three inch outlawed
find the school of herring, find the whale
there we'll drop anchor and chum the trail
drop the bait, throw the chum
if we chum, they might come
pull the hook, hear our woebegone wail
youngsters have chum methodology
squid-haddock mix no apology
chumbalaya soup
up goes the loud whoop
they sing a joyful doxology!
they cut the chum and then throw it in
expecting to catch a big blue fin
they hook the herring
the beeps a'blaring
land the fat cow that was in a spin!
It’s a big, fat, slob – a screamer!
if it’s a shark, you’re a dreamer
come on baby, bite me
on the hook, excite me
it’s a blue fin clever schemer
tails up! it’s safely on the deck
all this work is for a paycheck
pink, fat, and greasy
some make it easy
who’s in the lead, they’re neck ‘n neck
over the rail and into the pail
back to the dock to make a big sell
dollars, six to 28,
900 pounder is great
turn and burn, we're off to find the whale
at end-of-day when season is done
competition end, who's number one
some were lost, some were gained
tuna species sustained
next year, another season will run
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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