Go Fishing & Die

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a little story-poem about how life can be.

Submitted: June 26, 2017

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There were two half-brothers

McKleary and MacKleary

Two years apart

Their mother did marry.

McKleary was a drunk

So Mom stated divorce

In public she stated

The reasons, of course.

 

Then years passed by

The two men had grown

Fishermen, both,

With boats of their own.

The younger prospered

The older got by

With an eye for the ladies

You can understand why.

 

His money never lasted

It burned holes in his pockets

And when a lady walked by

His eyes left their sockets.

He was seen in the pubs

More frequent than most

Where he bought many rounds

And with each came a toast.

 

Now MacKleary was different

He saved every spare cent

A working woman, he married,

Which helped with the rent.

They scrimped and they saved

Then a house they did buy

In the not so quaint village of

"Go-Fishing or Die".

 

Well, one Saturday morning

In the later of May

The fishing boats left harbor

By the breakwater way.

They headed to sea

With good nets and slim crews

But unfortunately not one

Could have known of the news.

 

A storm was brewing

With a horrendous tide

And after it passed

All boats lost, everyone died.

But the irony is,

(And wouldn't you know?),

McKleary was drunk

So he didn't go.

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEF

06-25-2017


© Copyright 2017 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.

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