Bubba was not the pretentious sort
though his grandpa once owned a trailer park.
Bubba was prone to serve his stories with butter.
His life was full of fish tales to make dogs snort
like when he claimed he caught himself a shark
but then released it back into the town gutter.
I remember his first attempt at poetry
one lazy summer beneath a rotted tree...
The poem was titled, "Fishes rhymes with wishes"
dedicated to a local girl who happened to wash dishes.
Well, bad rhyme did something to that heart of Trisha's.
They ran off together the very next hunting season
and the town is now less colorful for that very reason.
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