Tuesday, June 23, 2020

A Viking Funeral for a Fisherman - Frivolous Doggerel

Lawrence Hall
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

A Viking Funeral for a Fisherman

When I die:

Just place my body in my old bass boat
With a cooler of beer at my sneakered feet
And anchor me with an old fishing float
Secured with a bowline to the forward cleat

In my left hand place my best Shakespeare reel
And in my right a stinky old cigar
Saint Peter’s Fish in my dad’s wicker creel
Then point the boat’s prow to the brightest star

It’s now the fishes’ turn; I’ll be their food
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