The Old Padre And The Tarpon - Poem by Donal Mahoney
with apologies to Hemingway
Beyond the frippery and folderol
of bishops and the like,
Father Murphy's on vacation
with just a week to cast
for bigger fish than pike.
And so he sails the peaceful bay
casting every kind of bait,
praying that a tarpon
suddenly will strike.
Hook the big one, Father claims,
and it will thrash around
as if Satan were a submarine
cruising in its wake.
A fish that big, claims Father,
is always worth the wait
for it guarantees an aging priest,
with just a week's vacation,
action and distraction from
the frippery and folderol
of bishops and the like.
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