Scrap Irony Poem by Michael Fischer

Scrap Irony



You went fishing,
thinking you were the fisherman...
but unknowingly,
you were reduced...
to the stone fly hanging
from the control rod
of your parents misguidance!

Sunday, June 1, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: fishing,irony,parents
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Michael Fischer

Michael Fischer

Buffalo, New York
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