Fishing From A Barstool Poem by James Mazalic

Fishing From A Barstool



Perched on a bar stool
Statuesque and proud
Her long legs a flashing
Posing for the crowd
Looking for some interest
Some attention going her way
She wanted just another drink
But someone else to pay
Her makeup carefully painted
Rouge upon her cheek
Her dress cut down the side
To provide a little peek
The bait was set
The hook prepared
It was time to wait
She knew if she waited long enough
They'd come knocking at her gate
But time passed and no one came
No one I could see
But to my surprise her luck was good
The fish she caught was me.

Sunday, May 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sexuality
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stephen W 14 September 2014

Amusing effort. Nicely paced. Typo: should be 'passed' not 'past'.

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Colleen Courtney 05 May 2014

Boy does this poem remind me of myself in my younger years! Fantastic write!

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Douglas Scotney 04 May 2014

I've seen that movie too, JM...

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Nice poem. Liked the ending.

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