Bowsprite

fishing lures’ dada poem

Posted in Uncategorized by bowsprite on 2020/11/30

T’was a month before Xmas and the boat was hard up,
Trucks* made their deliveries, and came to pickup.
(*FedEx, UPS trucks)

Malls that once rang out with good cheer
Fast became forests complete with the deer.

Stockings were draped over the heaters with care,
A-waiting the fuel delivery that would soon be there.

The tree was so festive — with tinsel silver!
The lures cried, what are we, chopped liver?

So out came the minnows, chatter bait and bugs;
The angels and shepherds and spinners did hug.

Poppers and plotters, swimmers and frogs
Wassailed the crêche before the yule log.

And a good time was had by all inanimate objects.

…blah blah blah here.

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