Fishing ! Fishing! yum, yum, yum. Fishing, Fishing, on a lake that’s dumb. Waiting patiently for two or more inches of ice but thanks to Global Warming there is no ice in sight. Al Gore was right, use live bait, Merry Christmas, and to all a good night, but seriously, hopefully I will be able to use my sweet new gear within the next few weeks, also I am hungry for fish.
This poem seems morbid but has a twist.You talk about sucky ice fishing without any ice. To eventually using your new gear and having ice withing the next few weeks. I like the happy ending.
This poem is like emo chicks. She cries about how she wants to die untill she finally kills herself and becomes happy. I hope you catch some sweet fish. Not “swedish fish” of course.
David,
This poem seems morbid but has a twist.You talk about sucky ice fishing without any ice. To eventually using your new gear and having ice withing the next few weeks. I like the happy ending.
This poem is like emo chicks. She cries about how she wants to die untill she finally kills herself and becomes happy. I hope you catch some sweet fish. Not “swedish fish” of course.
Sincerly,
Gooseclaw