Hook, line and swimmer
Said the sailor seated ashore
For the bait out flung deep
Did pull like fate’s damned tour
Twas a free floater
Twas a clam unchained
Twas health and hale
Twas–now, never the same
Yet while it was
So valiant it flopped
Though beyond the mare
Its strives ner did stop
Yet Fisher hearty did
with heave and hoe
Reeled the line stiff
Yankin the piscine foe
So to shore sent
Flew the fry to be gutted
Suspended as flame lent
Savory succulence encrusted
Hook, line and dinner
Remarked Fisher belly rotund
Twas ere a tasty delight
Twas–now, barely a burp resound