Curse you little fishy, bane of my existence.
I do not delight in your suffocation,
Any more than I take pleasure in your resistance
To the frantic reeling of my pole. Vexation!
That you do not adhere
To the simple command I apply to thee,

"Come hither, little fishy, come hither!"

I do not delight in this frustration,
Yet your scaly body is worth a pittance.
So whilst I have you on my hook
Escape is not an allowance!

The saving towards a Soulpiercer...
Is unforgiving,
Little fishy.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Valnuary, in the year 631 AF.