The Freshwater Wallamachoo (A Fishy Tale)

Riding a bass boat looking for bigmouth,
Stevie got line in the stream,
Round about beer o'clock,
Gets a gigantic shock,
Hollers out a horrible scream.

It was a short necked, long tailed,
Gummy gilled, green scaled,
Bad-ass Wallamachoo,
Must-a been just about six feet long,
Meaner than a polecat too.

Down in deep it bit hard on the line,
Dragged the boat backward a spell,
When we cut the darn thing,
It popped up for a swing,
Smashed the back motor to hell.

It was a thin faced, thick skinned,
Razor tooth, black finned,
Mean-ass Wallamachoo,
Must-a been more or less eight feet long,
Tougher than a grizzly too.

Stevie and me, we both swam for our lives,
Boat sinking in to the blue,
We got back to the shore,
A few seconds before,
The big critter ate dinner for two.

It was a loose mouth, tight lipped,
Jimberjawed, snake hipped,
Mad-ass Wallamachoo,
Must-a been upwards o' ten feet long,
Faster than a mustang too.

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bassMonkey attached the following image:

As the resident doomsday oarfish royal Herring King of wikilloopsia I had to have a look at this wonderful tale of the mighty Wallamachoo. The fear is real :O

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