Fishermen cast out their nets
We all in turn go fishing
Some will use a rod and line
While others fish by wishing
Some wish for so many things
Like numbers in a line
If the line is lacking some
Next time they say that’s fine
Others fish for gossip
So they can tell to others
No escape for anyone
Not even someone’s brothers
Fishing for a missing sock
The washer won’t release
Hiding out behind the drum
With fluff and bits of fleece
You see we all go fishing
Not always using bait
Just cast a line for what you want
Then settle down and wait
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
I love it, especially the last stanza. touches an old fisherman's heart!
David, loved the 'sock stanza'. Notice you never included 'fishing for complements'...well here is one: Well written.10/10 Ian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely payed down.it flows nicely.well done