- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Bait Robber
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Under the water went the bobber.
Probably another bait robber.
Jerk my fishing pole...another bait stole.
Reel in my line...for the one hundreth time.
I put on another bait...and the cast was great.
I watched my line..."Going to get you this time."
The cork went down again...back up, so I reel in.
"Is there one smart fish...thats doing this?"
Baited again...so I cast my line in.
As I await...my bobbers fate.
The bobber danced around...then it went down.
I pulled on my pole...another bait was stole.
Down in my soul... I thought this was getting old.
Baited again...and cast my line in.
I sit and watch...as my cork is but a blotch.
Then it disapears...then back up comes the sphere.
A little frustrated...I reel in and rebaited.
I'll keep going on...till this last bait is gone.
This must be a sign...as I cast in my line.
Again my bobber...floats on the water.
Then it submerged...Again it emerged.
Its getting late...and I have no more bait.
Put away my pole and bobber...
The winner is the "Bait robber."
- COMMENTS
duddle146about 17 years agoSo reminiscent of fishing holes ~ supposedly full of fish but only the bait eventually gets eaten.
LeBrozover 17 years agoAnd that's another reason I'm not into fishing; that and the ones I'd catch would be too small.
