Fishing…?

I sit by the lake,

My rod in my right hand,

The fish see me coming,

All the time I do so humming…J

They do scurry away fearful of my rod,

A powerful weapon in the hands of this old sod,

In my other hand I hold of paper a wad,

Am I here to fish for the illusive cod?

Or is this all just an elaborate façade…?J

No unpleasantness meant,

Old enough am I to do so with consent,

Though others do watch and find their own torment,

I don’t much care what they think; they can all get bent…J

          © ed ~ 6/21/05