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I Almost Pooed My Pants
With my fishing vest and waders, and a found long wooden staff
I walked along the jetty, on a rock-piled curvy path
The day had grown to darkness, with no light there to be found
When something unknown had startled me, when it made a screeching sound
Afraid of it, I started walking fast, almost in run-mode pace
Scared to death, and loss of breadth, and whiteness on my face
For every step that I had taken, this thing had taken one too
So scared of it, I was, it almost made me poo
A nest of string all full of weeds, I had to laugh a hoot
To find out it was a fishing line, that was wrapped around my boot
It must have clung onto my boots, when the ocean ebbed low tide
So, I had a breath to breathe, and I laughed like hell...inside
A Funny Memories Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
1/12/22
Copyright ©
Charles Messina
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