What A Rotten Fishing Day Poem by Juan Olivarez

This really was a rotten day,
My best lure is in a tree.
And the fish I caught, have slipped away,
Now they are swimming free.

But I did catch something big,
When I made that fancy cast.
I caught my pants leg with a jig,
I was losing patience fast.

Then I got hooked up on a rock,
And broke my rod in two.
What dirty, rotten, lousy, luck,
My brand new Shakespeare too.

And then I tripped, on my fishing line,
And kicked my tackle box.
And kicked it right into the brine,
Like my son said, that really sucks.

Well I guess I'll head for home,
I feel the fish laughing at me.
I just want to be alone,
Just like my lure up in that tree.

12/22/10 Alton Texas