How to Offend a Fish
I tried tossing a stone into the lakeTo mark a spot to leave some anger behind.
If things went right and nothing else went wrong
That stone would sink beneath the surface
And be forever hard to find.
(Okay, possibly a catfish might)
But the stone I picked proved too large.
And when I raised it overhead, I slipped first then fell
Into the mud; gravity and the stone fell in next
Onto my foot, then the expletives began.
Glad nobody was around to hear um.
(Okay, a catfish did)
Poetry by Terry Gresham
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Written on 2007-03-26 at 21:34
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