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Fish Stories
I caught a giant bass today
Except I really didn't
So large it was it broke my line
You really should have seen it
But as far as telling stories goes
It's the best outcome of all
Escape'd bass are always large
And landed ones quite small
Yet fishermen are not constrained,
By the evidence of fish,
When telling charming stories,
Of the fish that they did wish
Had landed in their boat or net,
This prize they now have taken
Our confidence in their truthfulness,
Would less easily be shaken
By unbounded ‘stravagance,
Of monsters from the deep,
And lines that snapped, and bobbers lost,
And fish they did not keep.
Yet tales they tell unceasingly,
The products of the outing,
More so than fish it sometimes seems,
These stories they keep spouting.
And larger do these fish thus grow
Upon each sacred telling
And eventually they’ll far outgrow
The wall space in their dwelling
Yet I digress from fish me thinks,
And the one that got away,
But yet I’ve proven mightily,
Their stories’ power to stay!
Copyright ©
Wolfgang Carl
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