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Click hereThe fine art of fishing with your pole.
The ultimate reward, the facial glow.
Depends on rather your fishing for Bass,
Catfish, crappie, trout or ass.
Of course you go to your favorite hole.
A place to use your long pole.
Tackle you'll use, from simple to odder.
My favorite is always been the bobber.
Now if you know your pole is going to get wet.
For some, wrapping that rascal let’s not forget.
Especially if you use the "Trouble Hooker."
Or the lovely little Mrs., who’s a real looker.
The way you handle that hardened pole.
With a technique of practiced and bold.
Getting your pole to rise up high.
Awaiting that anticipated sigh.
Relish in the time spent at a hole.
Where rivers of liquid probably flow.
The possibilities of a ravishing dish.
You know I always liked the smell of fish.
Your pole may be handled a time or two.
By someone else and of course by you.
But the joy it'll bring you till your OLE' Grey.
Always trying to get your pole laid.
....that the rhythm of this poem fell apart. Great metaphor with the fishing theme. Could have hit a higher note with a bit more effort- IMO.