Her Lurid Fishing Trip
By a102866
Fri, 17 May 2013
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Her sole mission: seduce, trap, mangle
From shadowy, emerald-pontoon rectangle
With cunning guile tackle disentangles
Then o'er quarry question mark dangles
From silted, flossed line lure does jangle
Tasty artificial minnow; a silver bangle
Coy, spooning fingers stout rod angles
In rusty-green water, luminous spangle
Does bass's doting eyes quickly entangle
Snap, slowly his slithering body rangles
Then from rendered head his life strangles
Means, a tryst; end, fleshy meat to wangle
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The rhyming is excellent and
The rhyming is excellent and imaginative, and I like the sentiment of the poem....!!
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