The Buoyancy of Truancy
Walking knee deep in water and whistling a tune,|
this young lad had not a care in the world.
I’d be reaching my favorite fishing spot soon,
where the biggest schools virtually swirled.
I had an ample supply of my own secret bait,
and some sandwiches for down the line.
My thermos kept cold a bottle of Nehi grape,
savored as this young angler’s fine wine.
There’s a mossy spot at the base of an old oak
that forms to fit his butt perfectly well.
A granddaddy bullfrog offers a welcoming croak
saying, “Come, sit here with us a spell”.
Now, with my hook all baited and bobber in place,
my line is deftly cast on out into the cool.
It’d be impossible to wipe the smirk from my face
knowing all my buds are sitting in school.
Submitted for the 'Why I Skipped School' challenge
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