{"id":41899,"date":"2017-08-06T05:21:36","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T09:21:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=41899"},"modified":"2017-08-06T05:21:36","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T09:21:36","slug":"big-fishtails","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/big-fishtails\/","title":{"rendered":"Big Fishtails"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>I went fishing with my best friend<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Down upon the lake.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We had rods and reels in hand<\/em><br \/>\n<em>And a pail of fresh oatcake.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We tossed our lines into the depths<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Certain we would find<\/em><br \/>\n<em>That old granddaddy catfish<\/em><br \/>\n<em>That we always seemed to leave behind.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We tossed and reeled repeatedly<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Until finally something bit!<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I started reeling up the line<\/em><br \/>\n<em>A hollering, \u201cDang it\u2019s big!\u201d<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I reeled and reeled and braced myself<\/em><br \/>\n<em>And finally reeled it in.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I didn\u2019t have granddaddy catfish<\/em><br \/>\n<em>But it had to be his kin.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We tossed our lines in once again<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Hoping we\u2019d have some luck<\/em><br \/>\n<em>The rod bowed down and touched the ground<\/em><br \/>\n<em>It felt like it got stuck.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>That fish it looked like granddaddy<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We braced ourselves to get him in<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Just as we got him to the shore<\/em><br \/>\n<em>The line broke, we watched him swim.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Dejected and defeated, we stumbled on back home<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We had to tell our parents<\/em><br \/>\n<em>What we almost brought them home.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We told them about granddaddy <\/em><br \/>\n<em>He was 10 feet long at least!<\/em><br \/>\n<em>He had the longest whiskers<\/em><br \/>\n<em>He would have made a feast!<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We related to them our story <\/em><br \/>\n<em>Of how he got away<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I don\u2019t think our family believes us<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Even until this day.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I went fishing with my best friend Down upon the lake. We had rods and reels in hand And a pail of fresh oatcake. We tossed our lines into the depths Certain we would find That old granddaddy catfish That we always seemed to leave&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":976,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-41899","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41899","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/976"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=41899"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41899\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":41906,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41899\/revisions\/41906"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=41899"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=41899"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=41899"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}