The Fish I Miss © 2019

This is a humorous poem I wrote about a bad day of fishing, no such thing. It is from my book "Life ! ...signed on the dotted line..." © 2019

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This fishing day for me was slow,

as down the shoreline I do go.

The clouds are in, the day's not bright,

It's springtime, and the waters right.

You'de think by now there'd be some fish,

I mutter to myself...a wish...

A wish that I would get a bite...

A big one tugging, all it's might...

I toss the line out one more time...

and while it sinks... I think this rhyme...

As it hits bottom, once again...

the only thing that hits is rain...

I let it set, and dream some more...

until I'm wet right to my core...

Another cast... still nothing yet...

I see the Sun now start to set...

I reel it in, and set for dock...

at least I wasn't on the clock...

Bad day fishing... no such thing...

but yes, there are those days you sing...

While driving home... I crack a smile...

There's worse ways to waste a while...

This day... did not disappoint...

I just thank God... for burger joints...

...

Rod Hatter

May 2, 2006 - edited Mar. 18, 2018