The fish are a biting The wind is whipping up I think I'll reel my line in And just give it up But then all of a sudden A mighty tug came to my line I knew I had a fish on Well,it was about time Then I reared back with all my might I wondered what it was My ol' reel just sung a song It couldn't be to long Well in he came And out he went I played him like a pro Would I get a look at him,I really didn't know I finally got him into shore A net was in my hand I scooped him up and hauled him out A cat-----12 pounds or more!.
Reason for writing:
This is a catfish I'm writing about and yes it really happened this way!
Birth sign: Libra
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