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The Catfish Kid
Once there was a boy of twelve,
who would rather fish than eat.
He would go fishin' in the winter
time, and again in the summer heat.
One day he went to the lake,
Got out his fishin' pole, and
baited a crawfish and then
he was ready to go!
He ratchet his reel back, and cast
far out into the wake, his crawfish
bait went straight to the bottom
of that old lake.
He sat on a big rock and waited
until time went by on his little hand
Then “Boom” “Bam!!
His reel sang and his pole bent
to his knees! That boy had hooked
a catfish so big, he thought that
before he could land that old cat,
the lake might freeze!
That boy of twelve fought that old cat,
back and forth until he lost his hat.
He jerked and tugged until he won.
He told me, he'd never had so much
Now, this may sound like a fish story,
but it ain't you see, for that boy's
image and his big cat is forever
frozen in an 8 by 10, and that's
no squid. That's why, he's called
the Catfish Kid.
Jackie R. Kays
Dedicated to my 12 year old Grandson…Anthony
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