‘Twas the night before Flukemas, when all thro’ the store,
The minnows were stirring, craving the bay floor;
The fluke rigs were ready and tied with care,
Ready for the doormats that would be out there;
The anglers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of flounder danced in their heads,
And CA in her logo T, and I in my logo cap,
Had just settled our brains after a long days wrap.
When out in the street there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the store I flew like a flash,
Opened the door, they were coming in fast.
“I need some squid, some killies, some minnows”
“Also some sinkers, some bank and some pillows”;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
They wanted more rigs, the ones with the hair!
They sprung to their boats, to the pier and the beach,
In hopes that the fluke are within their reach.
But I heard them exclaim, as they drove out of sight-
Happy Flukemas to all, may you all get the bite!