The Fisherman's Death Poem by Chuck Audette
The Fisherman's Death
he'd hooked his last
perch, pickerel and bass
pike and the like
never more, that sudden strike
never again will his body feel
the tug of the pole, the whirl of the reel
lowered down, in a way he's found
a new, uncharted fishing ground
where the worms anxiously await
their final revenge - and he's the bait
I don't know... Methinks there will be a large tome of the 'Chuck-est' poems around out for Christmas. Should be! No one compares to you, friend! Thanks for a big bedtime guffaw! ! ! : ] Est
All my life I've loved to fish, but suddenly I have one wish. That when my life becomes post dated...... I think I'd like to be cremated!
An original piece that incorporates your wry sense of humour complete with an effective twist. Again very visual - liked the flow and ryhthm of this line 'the tug of the pole, the whirl of the reel' which caught (no pun intended!) the action so well. Warm wishes, Justine.
you have a smart and original sense of humour. this was fun to read. Jake
Smart and sick - you at your best. And I agree with Esther. Hugs Anna xxx
Very clever, you sly dog. I had never thought about it in those terms before - the revenge of the worms!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 10:09:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice write, disgusting thought, shows depth(about 6 foot) .