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BASS DU JOUR
by Charles E MinshallI've fished for bass
With every bait or lure,
With visions in my mind
Of bass du jour.
But the only fish to reach
My time worn hook,
Was a picture of a bass
From an outdoor book.
I placed it there
To see how it would feel,
To wind in a fish
With my rusty old reel.
It-uh-worked-uh-worked all right,
Thee-ah-uh-reel worked fine.
But the-bass-uh-h bass tasted terrible,
It -uh-needed mo-o-re -uh-wi-i-ine. 11/13/2008 Posted on 11/13/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/13/08 at 11:21 PM You're on one hot roll right now, Charlie! This one is very fun! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/14/08 at 06:03 AM You make the word play in this look far, far too easy, man. Awesome work. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/15/08 at 05:45 AM Gees! I wish I'd thunk of that. How many times I have thrown that time worn hook to yield only its wetness. Next time I go out I will definately stop by the barber shot to get and old Outdoor Life. I do miss fishing. Haven't been since summer before last when we had to give up our travel trailer due to an auto accident that totaled our towing vehicle. I must get back again next spring. Fun read, Chaz. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/16/08 at 11:28 PM Hahaha! More wine with it one may not even know it is tasteless! LOL!! Great sense of humor! |
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