Bowling for Fish

Bowling for Fish,

is all the new rage.

All the cool kids do it.

So I’m standing on the shore,

getting the bowling

ball from the tackle box.

Tossing the ball

into the water,

with the hope

of catching a

big, fat, fish. 

A huge splash. 

Getting my pajamas

wet, my slippers too.

The sun is in my eyes,

twinkling with the ripples

on the surface of the

water. 

My stomach grumbling

in anticipation of the

meal to come. 

Rubbing my hands together

with glee, the enjoyment of

the hunt. 

Something isn’t right though.

The other kids seem to

have wandered off. 

I’m the only one left,

standing on the muddy

shore in my pajamas.

The fishing seems poor

today. And a new

dilemma has appeared,

how do I get the bowling ball

back? How do I reel it in?

The water is deep.

Maybe this fad wasn’t my

thing. My slippers are soaking,

my pajamas are damp.

I’ve lost a good bowling ball

and the fish don’t seem 

interested. 

I think I’ll go back to doing

my own thing.

No more of the cool kid stuff.

Leave me out of those cool fads.

I like some of the rules, a rod and

reel for instance, and pants, and waders.

Those are the right tools

for fishing at the shore,

the proper way to do it. 

The most likely way

to catch a meal and avoid hunger.

And to stay alive.