So many fishes in my mind.
Which net to cast, which reel to wind?
Wade through the maze of tangled lines,
observing all “No Fishing” signs.
(Polluted waters, fathoms deep –
Leave those to my dreaming sleep).
Bait the hook with Light and Knowledge,
Ten Zillion Pounds – The Angling College.
(A hefty price you must agree,
But nowadays there’s nothing free).
Think and nibble, sip and think
which line to pull, which wine to drink.
Stroll lightly on the riverbank
(disguise with smiles how much you drank).
With stride or pose affect an air
of someone who’s without a care.
Don’t ever let those fishes know
you’re on the prowl or round they’ll go
in circles, playing fast and loose
And then you know what’s cooked – your goose!
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