I'm not exactly a cross between Ogden Nash and Dr. Seuss, but I often find it difficult to take myself too seriously these days. Ah, yes, I had plenty of angst in my youth, and can dredge up its remnants for a line or three, but I'm a writer of nonsense. That's who I am.
Therefore, this little ditty, written when I woke up in the middle of the night, should come as no surprise.
However, it is in response to Kerry's challenge for a triptych style of poem, and my mind hears the word triptych and immediately thinks of three-part paintings in ancient cathedrals. Who, me?
Thanks, Kerry, for including the wonderful fun photographic triptych of three strangers, because it takes some of the pressure off me to be serious.
you need no gun—
a tree branch for a rod
sit yourself down on the sod
and wait for a fish to come to you
now I've got myself a boat
while not the finest craft afloat
at least it's mine
I'll later dine
on fresh-caught trout
and thank the gods of fishing
for my dinner
a dozen of my friends I'll bring
and we can drink
and fish away the day
or I'll have no peace
with my spouse if I mess anything
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