Fishing for that great fish.

Orange and red

Small with whiskers head

Lips of moist nature

Not a normal nomenclature

Spears that harpoon

Shiny as a spoon

Swimming so fast

Long as a mast

Sharp and poky teeth

In schools forms a wreath

No eyelids that show

They do sleep you know

Catch my catch

Match my match

Reel it in

Hook  the fin

Fish that fight

Day and night

Rod or reel with line so tight

Easy does it the line could break

Catch that fish I want some steak

Not these bites wait till the next

It took your bait don’t be vexed

I caught it finally and let it free

Till next time fish go back to the sea