My Giant Fish Story

I’m going to tell a story
that I don’t think you’ll believe,

it stretches your credulity,
so much you just might leave.

So at the risk of losing you
I’ll chance to tell this tale,

about the time I caught a fish
the size of a blue whale.

It happened in my younger years,
about the age of nine,

you likely don’t believe a boy
so young could hold the line.

And that’s OK, I don’t expect
that you’ll believe it’s true;

there’s more to make you skeptical
before my story’s through…

I caught him on a windy day
while playing with my kite,

I flew it out over a lake
just as it turned to night.

The clouds were rolling in the dark
and lightning made a flash,

a giant clap of thunder
rolled up to me with a crash.

My heart cried out with pounding
as I fought to hold the string,

and that’s when I remember
that I saw the strangest thing:

from in the lake a giant fish
jumped up toward my kite,

and when he got up to it
gulped it down in one big bite.

I wasn’t sure my eyes were
sending signals to my brain,

or if my mental faculties
were operating sane,

but what I did surprised me
for the state that I was in,

my body seemed to take control
and started reeling in.

The fish was looking at me
as he fell back down to Earth,

he seemed to be surprised
to see me pull for all my worth.

He landed in the water
with a splash that went so high,

that basically he drained the lake
which left him high and dry.

So there he sat on dry lake bed,
my kite between his jaws,

the string was stretching to my hand,
I stopped to give this pause:

if he was chewing on my kite,
the string between us taut,

and if he had no where to go
I could declare him caught!

I cocked my head and thought
about the dinner he would make

when suddenly the water
started falling to the lake.

It first came down in sprinkles
but then soon became a flood,

it splashed against the bank so hard
it covered me in mud.

But just before the fish was gone
I looked him in the eye,

I’m pretty sure he winked at me
as if to say “goodbye.”

I felt a tug, the kite string snapped,
my kite was gone for good,

I wondered who to tell this tale
and if I even should.

I know you won’t believe me
though it happened as I say,

I’d point to several witnesses,
but there were none that day.

So take me at my word,
let your imagination run,

you’ll find that if you do
the story is a lot more fun.