To catch a fish in a stream of scotch
you cannot use a sharpened spear
For the fish are swift and colorless
they can sense when danger's near
A patient hand and a fearless gut
will be your closest friends
For the fish a clever and full of tricks
they feign in shallow ends
On the rocks beneath the ice
the fish will dwell and hide
So to catch a fish in a stream of scotch
you must drink the current dry
I don't drink, but I like the way you wrote this James. Thumbs up :) ~louis
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James- Cool Poem
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