Tales of the Gottaways

grandpa, a hard rock fisherman and fractured fly rod journeyman eyed a fish in the morning mist kissing with giggle and lemon twist he said he saw a bobbing head round and fat with locks of red six feet tall as the tale is told and painted in a mermaid gold by hook and line the gossip spread buttered like a loaf of bread the silver hook that reeled us in were the white pearl dentures left to him anglers hail this fishy tale marked on a scale from two to ten we weigh the wink with a childlike grin tossing the lines that drag us in