Striped Bass Poems | Examples


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Never Bug the Ug Wug

Never bug the Ug Wug, or he’ll be bugging you.
He lives inside a cold dark cave near Douglas Avenue.
Some people say they’ve seen him swimming in the tide.
Spinning in a whirlpool, he’s quite preoccupied.

Never bug the Ug Wug. Please leave him alone.
He’s been around since Water Street was laid with cobblestone.
Some say he’s prehistoric, half-lizard and half-seal.
He’ll look at you with big red eyes and make you his next meal.

Never bug the Ug Wug, especially not in Spring
When gasperaux are on the move in an endless string. 
He’s gluttonous and greedy with a massive appetite.
When it comes to empty bellies, he’s very impolite.

Never bug the Ug Wug. He’s faster than you think.
He’ll swallow you in one large gulp as quick as you can blink.
When thunder rumbles high above; when rapids race below,
Don’t let yourself be swept away in the undertow. 

Never bug the Ug Wug. He’s why the Falls reverse.
The Saint John River is afraid of this antiquated curse.
If you’re fishing in the current, and you feel a stubborn tug,
It better be a big striped bass, and not old Mister Ug ……. Wug!

Three Fish

Went on a fishing boat
   Caught three fish 
Bested my friends who 
caught nothing 
   The day passed in a
kind of haze 
   Didn't even drink a beer! 
but was happy with my 2 flounders and one striped bass
          My fish were tossed back into the water 
   So they could go on 
with their aquatic lives 
   Answer the call of the ocean! For in it lies the secret to life!

Premium Member The Circle of Life -- Sacrifice

Tackle box, fishing poles, radio, a good book to read
In a quite little alcove , the back outskirt of Lake Mead
The desert sun burning the sky, I’m comfortable in the shadow
I see the shad chumming toward the shore, my bait a live minnow
Suddenly, down the shoreline, I see the water, rapidly rippling my way
I was about to see, a vicious act of Nature:  a school of large striped bass
A hundred strong with  a school of fifty tagging along : the bass kicked …
                              I wonder Are The TROUT biting??

Inspired by Amy Green’s Contest : : I saw with my own Eyes
 July 8, 1979 --  10:50 A.M. Lake Mead , Henderson Nevada


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