Salty Lament

by Bonnie Tardella

My heart belongs to a fisherman
But my passion’s forced to wait
For I can’t compete
With his one-boat fleet
And a bucketful of bait.

My love is strong for that fisherman
And though I’m a comely lass
I am no match
For his morning catch
Of bluefish or striped bass.

My arms long for the fisherman
But he won’t give me a thought
‘Til his head’s been thrilled

By a cooler filled
With keepers that he’s caught

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I may one day flee that fisherman
Although he might bid me stay
And if I get my wish
He will tell his fish
About the gal that got away!

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