The Grunion Run Poem by Richard D Remler

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It went on a grunion run
With Dad the other night.
He showed me how to do it,
But something wasn't right.
They moved so quick between my feet
I couldn't catch a one.
And I'm gonna be quite honest.
It wasn't all that fun.

He said he'd caught a bucket full,
Enough to make a stew.
And though that made him happy,
I cringed and echoed."Ewe..."
And I said I wouldn't go again,
Because everybody knows
You just can't call it fishing
If you ain't using poles.


Copyright © MMXIII Richard D. Remler


**A Children's Tale**