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Bottom Fishing
I once knew this cat
that was really a fish
out of water and
quite a cute dish with
legs so unusual that
she walked on land
the way few fins swam
upstream. But she
wasn’t a salmon
so most fly fishers thought
her worth only a look --
tossing her back with
disdain --
and, sometimes,
the hook --
they preferred eggs and ham
sizzling hot in their pan.
Rejected again,
that fish fed at the bottom,
singing the blues and
longing for jazz,
when --
unsuspecting --
she encountered a striper
who looked at her legs
and wanted to bite her.
“She’s a catch -- through and through -- and
ooh, so attractive.” He murkied the waters and
stroked her quite actively.
Well, the tale’s at the end
where soon they were wed
with a family of sun fish -- several pounders --
who gathered as witnesses rather than chowder.
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