Fishin' With Burk

Bob Fisher
6/7/04

Heard this story about the editor in chief, Seems he might be goin' fishin' in a couple of weeks. Can we say Marlin that's right, we know the kind, Big pointy nose and a fin for a spine. He probably read an article, maybe a book. He's thinkin' piece of cake, give me a pole with a great big hook. When he gets to the boat, Burk says looka' there, They went and got me my own special chair. Hey, take my camera and get a picture of me sittin' in it. Cuz they'll want a story when we go out and win it. Hey here we go, leavin' the dock right on time, 6 o'clock. Gotta get some bait, I could use a waffle myself. But instead, how about three fingers of tequila top shelf? I heard this is kind of a tradition, All the pros drink tequila when they're out here fishin'. Sittin' in this chair, just look at me, Startin' to feel a little like Old Man and the Sea. The skipper says, "hey buckle up, we're gonna fish over there, And if we get a big one I don't want you flyin' out of that chair." Okay, okay I got a minute, you just threw the bait out, But all of a sudden I heard the captain yell and shout. Got one hooked and he's a big sucker too The deckhands comin' over to tell you what to do. But before he got there to help me out, I was in the water and headed south. So if you're into golf and you see a Marlin with an editor in tow, Take note and watch which way did they go? And call DragRacingOnline and tell them where you saw them at, Hell, you never know they might send you a hat.

Got a poem you'd like to submit? Email it to poems@racingnetsource.com. We'll read it and if we like it, we will publish it. Remember the title to the department is "No Rhyme, No Reason, No Pay," so don't expect any and we won't either. -- Jeff Burk