Fishing Poem by Wendy Gomez
Fishing
Fishing
I never catch anything!
Not even a cold
I can't even catch a flesh eating virus
Can't catch that hound of mine, barely even hold
Even though there ain't nothin' on that hook
I can't ignore the fact
Fishing is a great hobby
It's my fault, fish food I lacked
Tomorrow is a new day
Tomorrow I will know
How to fish the right way
Skills I will grow
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