Imagine yourself on a bay in a boat
riding each swell as you sway while you float;
fishing and wishing away with each cast
that lines will soon find the fish wished for at last.
And when, now or then, such a fine fish is landed,
imagine how far (thinking StarKist as brand) did
that so sorry Charlie, your fish, have to swim
for you to catch on, reading this rhyme of him.
It's obvious! I mean, as you've seen, there's a question
regarding retarded things like this suggestion.
Take it to heart. Take it friendly, in jest.
Well, that's just the first thing I'd like to suggest.
As pertains to likes and to what people hate,
there's this one little thing I've been thinking of late.
When I say 'in jest', do you hear and ingest
the content, exactly, of what is confessed?
Can we be friends, or would it end our beginning
if you knew something fishy was wished for you winning?
For my part, I've a question, suggesting the same,
lest it cause indigestion invoking a name
like a fish or a brand, or the stand that you take
on a boat, still afloat in this rhyme as we make
our way through sea spray to the last pinned in line
to see if the sea has your fish yet defined.
So, tell your friends about me. Tell them how you think I am.
Describe me like my Angel does. I'm just a two can Sam.
Tell them what I said when I say, Who do you call friends
when you are calling all your enemies anemones with fins?
Like, I think that means a clownfish can describe who to oppose.
By so suggesting, such investing of a thought just means I chose
to wish those fish their endings by so bending words in line
like this. Of course, the mission of these fishy words is mine,
and what I mean by writing is inviting you to cast
your lot, all that you've got, into an ocean of thought vast
and endless, saint and sinless, as each universe is made.
In essence, the quintessence of a really good game played.
And having played the game we're playing now, it's been decided
here within this sphere that our universes have collided
and with such a collision a decision must come and pass.
As pertains to fish and doubt, would you wish trout or bass?