Ode to a Fish

(I wrote about Dan, that great fisherman
Who each year tossed his line out as only fishermen can
He cast in his bait to catch him a newb
“Some rookie,” he thought, “just might be a rube.”
After many a year he finally did catch one
He was a truly big fish, a monstrous Montana son.
But when I wrote about Dan, the fish I neglected
A fact with this rhyme, I hope I’ve corrected.)

An ode to a fish but not just any old sort
The fish that was caught was a jolly good sport
He was not a trout, not a sa...