Thursday, March 6, 2014

Epic Fishing Failure

I hook my pink wiggly bait,
full of hope for dinner's fate.

For a nibble I must wait,
a stock-still bobber isn't great.

My waffled bum from my crate
and the drooping sun mean it's late.

Tonight no fish for my plate,
a fishless meal I really hate.

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