What I saw
Walking along the beach one day
I happened on a fisher soul
Catching a lot of fish that day
Poor soul was throwing back a lot
Big ones, long, person was throwing
And keeping much, much, smaller fish
I asked our soul why doing that
Soul shrugged foolishly, frying pan
A nine inch skillet's all I have
It's just right for the smaller fish
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- I am linked with Rosemary with Friday Writings #33 at
- Rosemary has asked us to respond to the phrase ‘Dream big’.
- Ten lines, eighty syllables for her.
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Well, you dreamed up a thought-provoking little piece with big implications! Thanks, Jim.
ReplyDeleteYou got me! Nice punchline.
ReplyDeleteHey it makes sense to only keep in our live what we have room for.
ReplyDeleteMakes sense to stay within his frame of reference. However there migh come a day when creativity drives him to cut the fish to fit the pan. We all have our different rates of growing
ReplyDeleteNice one
Thanks for dropping by my blog
Much💚love
At least he realised his dream Jim, of making use of the small skillet.
ReplyDeleteHank
Silly fisher! :)
ReplyDeleteMakes sense. But he still can cut the fish, unless he didn't have a knife.
ReplyDeleteThere is much to be said about doing our best with what life (and fishing) offers.
ReplyDeleteLots of wisdom in this one Jim ... we oldies know.
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