So far offshore, but nothing was biting
Six-pack behind me looked so inviting
New rod I placed on the deck
Though it was just for a sec
‘Twas then an amberjack hit like lightning
The buoyant rod bounded over each wave
Determined, I vowed that pole I would save
Spun my boat in fit of rage
Against this fish, war I’d wage
An Ahab-like victory I did crave
With a gaffing hook, I retrieved the pole
To catch amberjack, I’d be on a roll
Barracuda caught it first
Fell overboard, then submersed
The ‘cuda eyed me as his dessert goal
*Entry for Frank's "Summer Memory" contest
Categories:
cuda, funny, seame,
Form: Limerick
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO
CARS THESE DAYS?
THEY SURE AREN'T BUILT
THE SAME AS YESTERDAYS
WHAT YOU SEE ON THE ROAD
IS NOTHING MORE THAN A PLASTIC MOLD
THERE IS NO WAY TO
COMPARE TO THE OLD
THEY USED TO HAVE CLASS
A CERTAIN KIND OF FLARE
YOU REMEMBER LIKE A
55 CHEVY BEL-AIRE
HOT RODS ARE....
TOUGH, LOUD, AND MEAN
CARS TODAY SOUND
LIKE SEWING MACHINES
67 MUSTANG, 68 CAMARO,69 SUPER BEE,
JUST TO NAME A FEW
OR 70 CHEVELLE, 72 CUDA
DON'T FORGET 66 CHEVY NOVA II
THOSE CARS SIMPLY
CAN'T BE BEAT
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT
WHEN THEY CRUISE DOWN THE STREET
A HOT ROD GIRL IS
WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE
A LOVER OF THE TRUE BLUE
AMERICAN STREET MACHINE
Categories:
cuda, nostalgia
Form: I do not know?