This week end I went fishing <br />A fish in mind to catch <br />I went wishing, wishing, wishing <br />To catch a perfect catch <br /> <br />I wanted to catch the big one <br />The one that always gets away <br />I waited under the hot, hot sun <br />I waited for that fish all day <br /> <br />Then there was a pull on my line <br />The pull so full of magic <br />It made me think mine, mine, mine <br />Me, the fisherwoman classic <br /> <br />This fish was big I could feel <br />Big and strong, a winners tale <br />All I had to do was reel, reel, reel <br />In order not to fail <br /> <br />Me and this fish fought a moment <br />Tugging and yanking, pulling and reeling <br />Until I screamed net! Net! NET! <br />Is this a winners feeling? <br /> <br />In that moment I knew that it was this <br />The moment I caught the one that got away <br />I caught it, I caught it, I caught it <br />Fishing fever is what I caught that day<br /><br />Cheré Mason<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fish-fever/
