Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Frickin' Floppy Fish

Well equipped  with my fishing gear,

Rowed my row boat into the sea.

Well equipped with a can of beer,

Six pack already inside me.

Into the water cast my line,

And right away a marlin hit.

This whopper was gonna be mine,

As I struggled to pull in it.

The marlin jumped high in the air,

Landed next to me in the boat,

Then flopped like hell and sunk us there.

This fishing trip, that's all she wrote.

Thanks to a frickin' floppy fish,

Now with the sharks I'm the main dish.