My line pulls tight,
A good one here,
My heart is pounding,
Reel it in... there
I see it now,
My biggest ever,
Oh no, what a moment
for my line to sever
I stumble back
and splash, I'm in,
To lose a fish that big
a sin
The fish brushes against my leg
as if to say in spite,
You'll not be having me for dinner,
Go hungry tonight
This has become a war now,
I try to grab the fish,
Its slippery scales elude me,
I want it on my dish
I make another lunge,
But barely touch its scales,
It swims off slowly but not before
a good slap of its tail
I drag my bedraggled sopping self
back upon the dock,
Sigh and look at my watch,
Oh no, its six o clock
I trudge home soaking wet,
Tell my husband 'bout my day,
He laughed and said I've heard that story
The one that got away
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration XII by Samplette.
1800 points, ended November 24, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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A delightful story. You had me caught for the entire read. Thank you for entering, very nicely done.
Sam
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yeah..
there's many a story been told..like to hear one? here it go..l.o.l. love this very detailed story of one, that got away!
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