|Photographer: Smile ladies, years along from now, |
some may wonder what you're about on this icy wintry midday.
Truth be told, I'm wonderin' myself. Smile now, there you are!
To get a fresh meal of ice fished for the creel.
They walked to the river with arrows in quiver
To spear fish, come what may on the cold wintry day.
While two had pulled arrows so sharp from the quiver
The third stood aside and remarked with a shiver
"I warn you, don't go past the crustiest snow
Lest you slip through the ice to the river."
The two left her stand apart on the snow, and both walked most carefully so.
Then the ice gave a crack with a start they jumped back
And ran fast up the bank onto land past the flow.
Off the water so icy, they sped one, two, thricey
As they climbed up the land, they all laughed "oh how grand
For tonight we'll eat just 'taters a dicey!"
The moral is clear, when cold winter is here
Leave the ice fishing to ones who know better.
Keep some taters on hand for a hot meal so grand
That you'll not wish for fish in ice water.
Ah well, my kind of limerick is in response this week's Magpie prompt, something fitting for Sepia as well...Click on the title to this post to go to the Magpie site where you can link and read what others have done with the photo...