Tuesday, May 18, 2010

There was An Old Man Who Lived In Sault

There was an Old Man Who Lived in Sault
He Sold So Many Brass Bell(s)
He Didn't Know What To Do
(All marked clearly ... Titanic) ...
... And True ...

He only showed them one at a time ...  

The Bells 
All sat behind him ...
In their Prime
One at a time
They sat there as bait
Alluring as Hell.
Waiting on the Tourist/Trout to sniff and smell.

(If you Look Closely
You Will See ...
Just Ahead of the Grey Porcelain Ball
A Brass Bell Waiting there for Thee)

Unbeknown to the World of Traveling Lost Trout ...
There were tons of them ... 
... Just out of Sight ...

So the Old Man just sits there Fishing you might say...
... Just Trolling for Tourists On Hot A Summers Day ...

Schools and Schools of them Sailed by 

The North American Trout/Tourists are the Anglers Choice ...

"Look Gladis ... Look What I found" ...
They would cry ... 

The Hook now deeply Imbedded
and
With that cry of
"Gladis look see" ...
... Now That Hook was Set ... 
They were no longer Free.

They all went home with Brass Trophied Bells ...

A Treasure they Never ...
Ever thought Possible ..
.... Ever ...
... But Lucky For Them ... 
They Can

And there sits that Old French Fisherman ...
Angling for Tourists and Trout
in the Village of Sault


Now Those Brass Treasures Festoon 
Fireplaces ... and ... Hearths
All Across North America ...
Coast to Coast

A Solitary Bell
Salvaged and Saved... 
Off of the Deck of the Titanic
From a Very Deep Watery Grave ...

Shhhh
Tons of Them in the back room

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