Some Fishy Poems

If I were a tuna fish,

I'd ask the Lord for one small wish—

That I could be a carefree fish

And not be in a casserole dish.

 

 

Fishin' in the Glade

Wind up my braid

Let's go and wade

Our lunch is made

We'll find some shade

Our bond won't fade

Fishin' in the glade 

Find a spot

Implement bait

Surrender to the process

Hurl that line out there

Intend to stay for a while

Net it if necessary

Give it your best shot

Catching a fish is

More about the time you spend

Waiting for a bite

Once there was a fish,

Who came upon some bait.

The fish was oh, so hungry

That he could hardly wait.

His jaws snapped on that bait

So hard he did a flip,

And suddenly that fish

Was hooked inside its lip.

The hook was not too comfy;

The fish said, "Man, I hate it."

But that fish was rather speechless

When we fried it up and ate it.                                      

 

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