watch, read, listen, observe, absorb


A lone fisherman at the snap of dawn

His crack showing and his belly bulging

G’day Frank, he bellows across the morn

Scaring the fish, I haven’t seen you down

Here for ages, and under the water

A sole skulks beneath a rock ‘cause it knows

That Frank’s got a mean left hook and tackle.

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This entry was posted on 18/10/2013 by in Poetry and tagged .

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