The Masked Bass
After a six-pack of warm beer, the line finally straightened,
The reel started to peel and scream...
Before you can say Billy bass
I lifted its mass toward the silvery surface.
Just as I was about to finish the task.
The little devil spat the spinner back at me.
Before it slipped into the depths,
I caught a glimpse, and I swear to God
It wore a silly yellow COVID mask.
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