Maybe if i had knees, he would have listened?

A worm on a hook praying not be prey,to Cod below.

Please let it be another beak,preferably a crow.

They say Looking skyward is much better than looking into the marine depths of hell.

You know i can't see,but I know the deathly stench of a fishy smell.

I can't swim he screams back at the man with the pole.

His twisted grin on his salt water face as he lights his bowl.

Closer to the edge of his demise,a violent wave,he's pulled into the hull, and he lets out a big sigh.

Suddenly, an escaped walleye swallows him whole.Why great Cod was i born with no arms,legs,or eyes?!