May I introduce Over Kill Bill? Over Kill Bill bought a boat. A big boat. A big, shiny, new boat. For fishing. (Ooo, HB will hate that grammar). As I said, for fishing. In.
On Thursday, we picked it up.
On Thursday night we tried it out.
On Friday, Bill had to go to work.
But on Saturday (despite a rather late night) we arose early and hauled it to Mandurah, whereabouts the goodly vessel was put to that chief of tests: could it catch?
With white caps hissing like so many rabid kittens, an intrepid party of five boarded The Savage. The wind stabbed its cold, whispery fingers into five chests and cheeks. Five insolent faces turned seawards.
“Cast off!” quoth Bosun Bill, in a voice most rasp and thundery,
“Aye aye!” quoth four in union, their thirst unfurling plundery.
Beneath the squally waves, armoured spiders hid in vain,
The Savage loosed it’s cages; silent depths released their claim.
The day wore on, the sun rode high, the elements did battle.
The haggard crew drew breath and line and herded splashy cattle.
In weariness and triumph, the overkill was declared,
A victory in pilfery: no watery life was spared.
Sighting land and close escape, the Bosun took his chance:
He turned his craft for safe terrain, and waived the final dance.
The wind exclaimed in protest, spitting salty vampire kisses,
The Savage hummed in two-stroke time, and thanked it for the fishes.
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2 comments:
So what a shame you didn't go fishing on SUNDAY.
Do you get my point????
No I don't... oh no! Is it something religious?
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