Tales of the Gottaways
grandpa, a hard rock fisherman
and fractured fly rod journeyman
eyed a fish in the morning mist
kissing with giggle and lemon twist
he said he saw a bobbing head
round and fat with locks of red
six feet tall as the tale is told
and painted in a mermaid gold
by hook and line the gossip spread
buttered like a loaf of bread
the silver hook that reeled us in
were the white pearl dentures left to him
anglers hail this fishy tale
marked on a scale from two to ten
we weigh the wink with a childlike grin
tossing the lines that drag us in
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