The Joy of Fishing

When performing the act of fishing for poems
ensure your assistant consents to their involvement,
for this specific act I shall be aided by Dug the Worm;
a veritable being of many talents and adventures
in this predicament his superior vision underwater far outclasses mine
while I in turn can perambulate greater distances
ensuring escapades in further fields afar,
as it is a weekend then we need not tarry
therefore we can seek out any piece we feel
I am favouring a free form assemblance
with such happy little feels.
Simply ensure your accomplice is in position,
while grasping the pole with a firm but fair hold
flex the arms so that the muscles are tensed
then straighten to cast your confederate hurtling through the air
and into the vast ocean beyond and below.
The following action of this escapade
is now entirely within your compatriots purview;
theirs is the duty to scour the seas for potential candidates
for whichever outcome is your associated choice,
sometimes you can start with a goal in mind
but I prefer a more relaxed attitude
where you construct from whatever is brought forth,
with the availability of editing
any less agreeable or favourable outcomes can be easily avoided
unlike the massive amounts of erotica
that unfortunately foul the wash with being so awash;
they are a somewhat acquired taste
not necessarily bad but devalued
and harmful to the ecosystem when over prevalent,
the first forays into the water may well
accomplish naught but single letters or lines
that is to be expected even for the best of us
as with enhanced skill and patience
such catches as fresh stanzas or large natural flowing verses
will easily be within grasp
thanks to the endeavours of your cohorts selection,
by such efforts any blank page
can be covered to form a delightful composition of poetry.