somewhere far
from city's light
the boat tips gently
in the night
he's in the moment
listening
and moon off ripples
glistening
music plays
a distant tune
an old transistor
calls to loon
and settled into
cozy lull
his feathered blanket
lines the hull
safe and sound
he drifts to sleep
in gentle waters
soul will keep
somewhere deep
in waters dark
appears a lone
and hungry shark
and then a tug upon the line
aroused from slumber
sleepy mind
grabs the pole
fast as he can
reels it in
and forms a plan

if this fish is really big
then I will have to do a jig
and that the case the boat will rock
I will not make it to the dock

and if this fish is really small
I will have worked
for naught at all
and then no story would I tell
for lies once told could lead to hell

but if this fish is average size
with no more lightning in his eyes
and tired of the will to live
the fight is gone
got none to give
then I will let this last one go
I've fished all day and
this I know...

the very last should simply be
the one that got away from me
and with the knife, he cut the line
which freed the shark
and saved the wine
which sat beside the sleeping bag
and calls a man to battered hag

Ahoy to fishermen like this
whose spear is certain more to miss
with one eye closed and one eye ope
close the other? I say NOPE!
Leave the one eye always open
best for night fish which need scopin'
keep a knife there at your side
cut them free, and drop your pride
take a hamburger to eat
just the same as fish is meat.