Small Fry

A dudish angler dozed away,

     At last he felt a nibble fine;

He rubbed his eyes and then did say,

     “I think there’s something on my line.”

A tiny fish way down below

     This message to his mates did send:

“Of this choice line I shall let go,

     There’s something on the other end.”

A funny thing it seemed to me,

     Because they both were wrong, you see.

N.E. Sp, July 1, ‘99

14   First Col.