Thread: Fishing Poem Contest - Ends May 11th - Charlie Brewer Slider prize package

Ha ha ha


Roses are red

Violets are blue

I like Crappie.com

and so do you

There once was a fish, a crappie was its name
It was different from the other fish, definitely not the same
As it swam around taking a gander at all the different bait
It noticed the crappie sliders, thinking that could be ate
The mighty crappie, fearless and hungry made its approach
And consumed the slider, thinking at least its not a roach
All of a sudden it was pulled against it will
Hooked by a crappie.com member in its paper mouth, not the gill
It was carefully fileted and cleaned and prepared for the frying
And happy was the fisherman, smiling and full, definitely not crying.

Spring weather is a comin'
Crappie bout to be a spawnin'
I'm sitting at work a dreamin'

My boat is at home a cryin'
All of my buddies are out a fishin'
While I'm at work a workin'

Minnows at the bait shop a swimmin'
Limits of fish are being a takin'
I'm taking off work and going a fishin'

Here I sit all broken hearted,
Wishing that for the lake I may be departed.
Boredom sets in as I sit at work,
While browsing on crappie.com I sit eating lunch with my fork.
I ponder of all the fish I could be catching,
While sitting at the desk with whiteout all my mistakes patching.
Preparing my mind for the weekend to come,
On crappie.com I will read much to work on the skills I need to hone,
There is much work that needs to be done...not,
I'm just going to continue preparing for all the fish that will be caught!!!


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Roses are Red.

Violettes Are blue.

The a Crappie on my hook.

Dinner.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
Some don't

Red jig, blue jig, green jig, black.
A twitch in my line, which tightens the slack.
With the raise of my rod, the sickle is set.
The live well is full and our limit is met.
Another day out of excitement and fun.
Seem like we just started, but were officially done.
I take one last glance at the GPS screen
As we head back in, to get ready to clean
Stories, laughter, and jabbering from the mouth
Drinking cold ones by the fire as it runs out
Waking the next morning, breakfast to attend
Thanking the good lord you get to go out again

This little ditty was writen about my 13 year old son while on a trip to arkansas.luke's song or poem

well i went down to arkansas to catch me some fish
the 30lb striper was at the top of my list
i fished on the top and i fished on the bottom
i fished till the bait was all gone
i fished all day and i never got one
oh the 30lb striper is the king of the fish
the 30lb striper's at the top of my list

well i been out to sea and i caught lot's of mackeral
i been to bass pro and i bought lot's of tackle
i threw all that stuff
and i caught me a wiper
but what i really wanted was a 3olb striper

oh the 30lb striper is the king of the fish
the 30lb striper's at the top of my list

now it's time to go home
and i'm going empty-handed
but i'll be back
cause i just can't stand it.

Oh the 30lb striper is the king of the fish
the 30lb striper's at the top of my list