Treasure Island

Juan Olivarez

(september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Burrs In My Pants

Burrs in my pants,
Thorns in my shoes.
Fishing this lake,
Just gives me the blues.

The fish are not biting,
And thats a fact.
Maybe it's time,
I headed back.

All that I got,
From my fishing trip.
Were burrs in my pants,
And sunburned lips.

I guess this fishing trip,
Was meant to fail.
When the burrs started sticking,
To my tail.

10/10/10 Alton Texas

Submitted: Sunday, October 10, 2010
Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010

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  • Lynn Glover (10/20/2010 11:04:00 AM)

    A terrible fishing trip, but we always go back because of the desire to catch the big one. A very pleasing write and I give you a ten. (Report) Reply

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