Dangling on a hook he was
Suspended beneath a bobber
Wilbur wiggled so enticingly
Just waiting to get clobbered
From beneath a lily pad
It watched with anticipation
A bass of gigantic size
Began stalking, slow gyrations
Wilbur, he saw it coming
Couldn’t get out of the way
With open mouth, gills flared
A deadly game it played
Wilbur, he was frantic
He knew he was gonna die
The bass, it circled around
To make a successful try
With a ferocity it struck
The angler set the hook
The bass, it went wild
Wilbur held on while it shook
Into the boat it was landed
Wilbur was safe and sound
The angler picked him up
To another hook was bound
When the day was over
After the fish were cleaned
Wilbur retired to his box
Resting in a worm bedding tureen
Tomorrow, another day
More battles against a fish
Dangling on a hook again
Then another night in a dish
Tuesday, June 21, 2022