Calamari

[alongtimegone]

So I drove to Wynnum Manly to a rock wall that was handy.
Heard the word that squid were thick as bird poop on a window ledge.
The night was black as Nat King Cole while cross the rocks with one clear goal
with senior’s steps I made my stumbling way to water’s edge

Now I should have been less hasty but my prey tonight so tasty
was that cunning eight armed mollusc calamari.
I cast my lure with precision while contemplating my decision
To join this surreptitious cephalopod safari.

With favourite squid jig loaded, my cast fairly exploded,
with planned pinpoint precision to my target in the dark.
But my gifted execution proved no squid catching solution
as my feet fast tracked the rest of me towards an outcome stark.

I knew the ending would be wet but I was trying not to get
a hard and sharpened piece of rock wall up my derriere,
so with coat covered arms beneath me I let the break wall rocks bequeath me,
a landing that I knew was going to be quite hard to bear.

Now the worst I’m here to tell apart from feeling quite unwell
was the sounds of fellow squidders as their expletives filled the air.
Someone out there in the dark did quite forcefully remark,
“You bloody boofhead now for catching squid we haven’t got a prayer.”


Wazza

[thestoryteller]

Kind of sounds like it's safer and cheaper to get the calamari with your order of fish and chips mate.



Merv

[alongtimegone]

No challenge in that Merv.