I sit by the riverbank, The waters clear and still, Unruffled and unperturbed, The sun going into its closet, Cloaked by the clouds, The trees swaying to the gentle breeze, I throw in a line, I sit in wait for a catch, The line becomes taut, It moves in periodic motion, Excited and expectant I pull, It weighs a ton, I pull with every ounce of strength, It comes out partway the surface, The line snaps, It plunges back in with a heavy thrust, I narrated my encounter, I told her how I earnestly desired a big catch, How luck smiled on me, And I caught a submarine.