A poem by Beverly Stock.
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This fisherman is slender and sprite,
He sleeps by day and fishes by night.
With a net for fish, he trolls his lay,
He “nets” at night and sleeps by day.
Yes, merry is he,
On river or sea!
Netting,
Sniggling,
Wriggling,
Eels, then haggling
Over the price,
Of a nice
Slice
Of fish, twice
As much as it should be.
This fisherman is a slender but happy man!
He nets and trolls and fills his can!
With a sharpened hook and night vision glasses,
His net catches lone swimmers or fish in masses.
In schools,
In whirlpools,
Chub, catfish, too.
He still quibbles
Over the price
Of a nice
Slice
Of cod, twice
As much as it should be.
I adapted this poem from one in the public domain, The Fisherman’s Chant, By Sir Francis Cowley Burnand, English humorist, 1836-1917.
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