Let patience have its perfect work.
And so it is with the sport of fishing.
Man versus animal – a game of wits.
The bigger the catch yields all the accolades and glitz.
Curse you fish fillet! How I wish I didn’t love you so.
How you were seduced and harvested, I’d rather not know.
A casted line and hooked wiggle worm, ready to pierce your mouth and watch you squirm.
Don’t fall for it Nemo, it’s a trap! Haven’t you seen this before?
Dori was lunch last week and you’re just the snack they’re looking for.
Lord, please make me a vegan as fast as you can.
I’d so rather be a fisher of men.