The bait was taken into the mouth
as the line sang and went due south.
His teeth did gnaw and strive to free
this hook that held him to destiny.

She pulled and tugged, fretted and cried
to get this fish up over the side.
She groaned and grunted, ate her pride
Her modesty was all she’d hide.

The fish was huge a worthy prize
six foot long, a very large size.
It tipped her scale at one seven three
but she held on for all to see.

It was the boat so long and sleek
that they shared each fishing week.
Casting for gold and getting a bite
Till the wee hours of moonless night.

And when the dawn did come again
away they motored, sputtered and ran.
To the dock where the boards did creak
for the slats were excessively weak.

When in the drink they both did fall
Up to their necks, their all in all
in the future they shared a towel
this tall man and a blue eyed gal!