Ode To New Yorker

With pull of the line

a fish leaps out, mighty fine

But with a quick snap

little Nemo takes a long nap

Karma comes with a vengeance

and only you are in attendance.

With a quick flash here and there

Oh look! You have no hair!

You involuntarily sleep,

hopefully it isn't that deep.

Aching and sore,

You hope there isn't much more

But look! off the starboard bow!

A grey fin is there now!

Frightened with some piss,

You see, it's just a mere sunfish.

Fumble and and fickle,

You find your lunchtime pickle

You follow it with some water

Which seems just a tad bit hotter.

You go to sleep feeling torn,

with a space blanket, to keep warm

Startled in the night,

you heard a child's voice, oh what a fright!

But look, dolphins!

Or is that just your shin?

Back to sleep you go,

now the world may never know.

Daylight, at last!

Paddle your hardest, and fast!

Oh look a storm!

Yarg! Where be my fog horn!

The rain comes down in sheets,

It's the maker, time to meet

Or is that so?

Because I sure as hell don't know.