37 South

The challenge in the Dverse Lounge today is to write a quadrille, (poem of exactly 44 words). Today’s word is “storm”:

Down 37,
Stormin South.
Hankerin for Redfish,
Is brewin in my mouth.

Goin fishin,
Makin my way,
Landry’s at the T-head;
Corpus Christi Bay.

Lured inside,
Grilled fish smells,
“Feed us”, we chide;
Waiters ring dinner bells.
We’re the catch of the day, I’d say!

We’re off to Corpus Christi, TX tomorrow for a fishing trip at Landry’s Seafood Boat on the T-Head. Always land the catch of the day there, no matter the weather. It’s the old paddle wheeler tied up at the dock

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59 thoughts on “37 South

  1. Glenn Buttkus says:

    My wife is from Victoria, TX, a little closer than you are from Corpus. I like to fish, but don’t like to eat much beyond whitefish. DOWN 37 veered me off into crossroad puzzles & other metaphors.

  2. Sabio Lantz says:

    Love the Fishing adventure, the waiter jest and Route 37 . I had to look that up and found a fun British Band by the name of 37 South. Wish I could join you on a fishing trip like that. Sounds like fantastic company!

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