Rep's Catfish and Crow

Discussion in 'General Conversation' started by Netmanjack, Feb 1, 2008.

  1. Netmanjack

    Netmanjack New Member

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    Rep's, Catfish and Crow



    I need more rep points the catfish said.
    I share all my knowledge and always say thanks
    And make lots of post to build up my rank.

    Why do you want them ask the old crow.
    When you are gone no one will care
    How much you knew, or what you shared.

    The catfish smiled and then he replied.
    Well my numbers are low they suffer great dearth
    And they give me great pride and a sense of self worth.

    But no one cares the crow insisted.
    Then he hopped on a rock and began to sing
    Reps are useless and don’t mean a thing.

    This hurt the catfish and injured his pride.
    Oh why do you sing such an ugly song?
    Don’t you want to be missed when you are gone?

    Missed for what? Crackled the crow!
    My friends don’t care how much I know
    And they’ll soon forget me when I go.

    The catfish thought the crow was wrong.
    He knew how good rep made him feel
    And offered the crow a straightforward deal.

    I’ll give you half of my rep to start you out right.
    Then promise to share what ever you know
    And soon you’ll be reaping just what you sew.

    The crow pondered the offer then nodded his head.
    OK catfish, this much I can say
    I’ll give it a chance and try it your way.

    So the crow started posting and handing out rep.
    He got a lot back, more than he handed out
    The catfish was right there wasn’t a doubt.

    Well the crow and the catfish became life long friends
    And folks I’m afraid, that’s the way this story ends.





    By Jack Holsky, aka Netmanjack








     
  2. john catfish young

    john catfish young New Member

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    That was good. You's a poet and I didn't even know it.....LOL:smile2:
     

  3. akwolf41

    akwolf41 Master Instigator of the BOC!

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    John:

    Fear Not, that Netman Dude is a Famous POET from up there is OHIO where he sets on the bank and recites poetry to the Catfish. I am told that occasionally
    he will get a nibble when the Cats get to laughing at him so wildly that they bump his line. The Catfish give him "Rep" but won't BITE his Hook.

    LMAO:

    Gene
     
  4. Reel_Blues

    Reel_Blues New Member

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    Jack that pretty dang good!! reps to you.
     
  5. catfishcrazy256

    catfishcrazy256 New Member

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    PRETTY GOOD STUFF THERE !!!
     
  6. catfishrollo

    catfishrollo New Member

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    good stuff jack, how big was the catfish though?:wink::wink: rollo
     
  7. BIG GEORGE

    BIG GEORGE New Member

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    Great idea Jack. A poetry thread. LOL!

    Here I sit broken hearted. Came to crap and only farted.
     
  8. Plowboy411

    Plowboy411 New Member

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    That was well thought out,thanks
     
  9. Catgirl

    Catgirl New Member

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    Thank you big brother, I liked it a lot;
    Your aim it was true, and it did hit the spot.
    But when we're out fishin' I want you to know
    That I'm plannin' on bein' the one called old crow.
    I'll use my VAST knowledge of fishin' and THEN.....
    I'll wake you up screamin'......"GET THAT NET AGAIN!" :wink:

    (Hey, I think Triple7s tutelage is workin'! I'm becomin' a better Hockeyologist all the time! :big_smile:)
     
  10. Arkansascatman777

    Arkansascatman777 New Member

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    And all though I know it's a mortel sin

    The sh_t house poet strikes again:smile2:
     
  11. loanwizard

    loanwizard Well-Known Member

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    My buddy Jack sits in the boat of a night,
    the lilt of his voice breaks the air.
    The things he says are just about right.
    As a poet he is but fair.

    He is a friend of mine
    and when our lines are tight,
    he gets mad at me when I shine the light bright,
    trying to trigger a bite or two on our line.

    Now ol Jack has missed a fish or two,
    broken string, a loose drag,
    but then again last year there were a few,
    that make catmens jaws on the floor sag.

    for at 36 and 38 pounds
    staying out later than me by 2-3 hours,
    when my cell phone rings, my stomach it sours,
    Cause I know a big fish he's gotten, I can tell by the sounds.

    One of these days when I reel in the slack,
    Ahh that wonderful eve,
    I'll be just like Jack,
    with an ace up my sleeve.
     
  12. Netmanjack

    Netmanjack New Member

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    Shawn,that was good, but you should have posted it the new poetry thread. Hey maybe we will get one! lol
     
  13. JERMSQUIRM

    JERMSQUIRM New Member

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    i get it jack. good and well spoke. i have to wait 24 to rep ya. sewn the limit to friends already tody.
     
  14. Pennsylvaniacatchaser

    Pennsylvaniacatchaser Well-Known Member

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    Some good poetry you composed there Jack! :big_smile:
     
  15. curdog

    curdog New Member

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    That was a good peom!
     
  16. lawnman61

    lawnman61 New Member

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    I can't ryhmn or reason when I'm in the boat just a freezin,
    tried to hit that cat with the baseball bat but he came back and jumped in the boat and all he could do was gloat.....reps++++


    :wink:

    Good poem Jack, loved it brother
     
  17. flathead willie

    flathead willie Well-Known Member

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    My, oh my what a pleasant surprise
    so overlooked in that fisherman’s guise
    With a rod on his left and a brew on his right
    Patiently waiting in the summer moon light

    All the passers by, had not even a clue
    He had many friends, but they never knew
    That he was much more than a retired old coot
    He can fill up a stringer, but he’s a poet to boot