Up the Creek and Around the Next Bend

Up the creek and around the next bend,

Lies a honey hole, my friend;

It's filled with big bass,

Down deep in the grass--

It's well worth your time to spend.

 

Up the creek and around the next bend,

Is a submerged log without end;

Bubba lives there,

In his usual lair,

On that, you can depend.

 

Up the creek and around the next bend,

Oh how I pray for a little wind;

"It moves the water,

"But is no bother,"

My friend said, as he grinned.

 

Up the creek and around the next bend,

An old duck blind needs a mend;

It's seen better days,

In so many ways--

Or so I contend.

 

Up the creek and around the next bend,

Are many boats every weekeknd;

Their goal is one:

Catch fish and have fun,

That's why I always attend.

 

Up the creek and around the next bend,

A row of stumps mark a bank's deep end;

Gotta watch your prop,

Or it'll go plop,

And some cash you'll have to expend.

 

Up the creek and around the next bend,

Folks often lunch and talk friend-to-friend;

So don't be a turkey,

And go gettin' quirky,

Just take a break and blend in.

 

Up the creek and around the next bend,

On Granddad's old spot we descend;

Looking for a trophy,

The one he named Sophie,

To hang on the wall--I recommend.

 

I have no doubts that readers will recognize the fact that I built this poem after Lydia Maria Child's famous Thanksgiving poem, "Over the River and Through the Wood."