Thursday, April 30, 2009


Driftin' about in an open boat,
Fog wrapped around you,
Like a wet overcoat.
Feet tucked under you
In a painful slouch,
Wonderin' what the hell
Made me desert my couch.
Thoughts of fishing seemed
Like just some kind of lark,
Now I'm worried I'll be dinner
For some big old shark.
There aint nothing biting
Except this morning chill,
How could I be thinking
It would be some kind of thrill?
Guess I'll close my eyes and
Hope that line will give a tug,
Mebbe some mermaid will
Pop up and give me a hug.

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