Bad poetry about trout? Frankly, I can’t think of anything better. Consider this gem (probably written by Claude Freaner):

Trout

To think that I shall never shout
A poem lovely as a trout.

A trout whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the creek’s sweet flowing crest;

A trout that looks at God all day,
And lifts her pearly fins to pray;

A trout that may in Winter sleep
With nests of nymphs down in the deep;

Upon whose side the stripe is red,
And pearl-green cheeks about the head.

Small trout are caught by folks like me,
While bad poems are read by thee.

—— (With apologies to Joyce Kilmer)

Still smiling? Enjoy other bad trout poems at: Trout Worship

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