Fishing
There were lots of tiddlers,
little minnows,
a few catfish
and a small group
of piranhas,
yeh, lots of slippery fish.
She spotted the sharks
as soon as she walked in
but the one she had
her eye on was a fine,
handsome Puffer.
She slid up to his side,
slipped him the line
and reeled him in.
He took the bait willingly
and was hooked.
poem by Ruth Walters
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