I don't usually feature contemporary items, but this poem is so clever I just have to share it.
It was written by Maine man named Bryant Tribou Jr., perhaps when he was in school or as a memento of one of his fishing expeditions.
I think that I shall never feel
A fish as slippery as an eel
An eel that slithered
in the bay
Unmindful of his fate that day
Above whose head my lures had lain
Hoping a trout would bite again
An eel that bent my light bamboo
Until it almost broke in two
Whose slimy hide I tried to grip
As he did a double twist and dip
Some fish are caught by fools like me
But eels are much too slippery
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