Tom Higgins

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Hook, Line, And Sinker - Poem by Tom Higgins

I'm in the fishing tackle shop,
And tempting thoughts just will not stop,
I'm like a little kid of three,
In a sweetie shop where all's for me!

I already own enough rods and reels,
But inside this place it really feels,
Like I can't just play at look see,
I'm compelled to take things home with me.

Why is it that I feel this way?
I go to other types of shops every day,
And I never feel such an urge to buy,
Please can any kind person tell me why?

That every time I come in here,
I want to buy all manner of gear,
Even stuff I know I'll never use,
It is so hard to just peruse.

Without picking up a lure or three,
They're for catching fish, but they catch me,
More often than any bass or cod,
And look at this reel, and this latest rod!

Do I need either? Not at all,
It'll eventually drive me up the wall.
This madness, it just has to stop,
Or I'll have to open my own tackle shop!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 17, 2012

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