I fished a movie hoping to cast a reel that catches a keeper hook, line, and sinker I waded in line smiling the tackle box optimism in my sights butterfly's in my net visions of a hotrod I look up at the marque with a good cast and reel my boats singing a song that's hooked on love I enter the theatre among the trees branching towards my spot such forestry I race past the mainstream hotrod in tow I take to my seat setting anchor to a fun outing as the lights abate skip to my Lou at bay watching the cast make a splash