I caught a catfish from  Lake Powell.

‘Twas bigger than your pike so frail.

It was this long from head to tail.

 

My story has a fishy smell?

I tell the truth, so go to—

Well, Okay it wasn’t quite that swell.

 

This fish was bigger than a house,

Okey a house made for a mouse.

Or maybe for a common louse?

 

Don’t bother me with fine detail.

My story grows with every tell.

I’ll send a picture in the mail,

Juxtaposed by a giant snail.