An Ode To Durem Junk

[Lilian Greenlover]

Oh, Driftwood
You are so soggy
Yet why are you so hard
To catch?

To the Old Can I caught
I would have thought
You were empty
And yet your weight on my line is hefty

And Big Old Tire
You're such a liar
You can't actually swim
So why do you pretend?

Finally, Old Boot
You were worn and discarded
Are you haunted
By a fishy ghost?

Durem Junk
You do not live
But are so lively
And it's creepy.

[Thyalla]

Haha! heart

[Lord of the rod]

always enjoyed gaia fishing poetry... *claps fro poet*