By Hook Or Crook Poem by Ima Ryma

Going fishing, I'm ready to
Lure the fish with my fancy lures.
I open up the box and view
Them, pumped up by their reassures
That though expensive, each one is
Specially made in its design
As the best in fish catching biz,
Beguiling fish in shape and shine.
I need to prove to family
That fancy gear is not foolish.
I know the fun they'll have with me
If I do not catch any fish.

But I will do as done before
And buy some big fish at the store.