a hot and hot fish club

look back, Myrtle

 

a hot and hot fish club

old Carolina’s on your mind

All Saints could spice it up

whatever was on the line

a bevy of colorful coots

gourmet food lore

epicurean pursuits

strong drinks, fires

festive times for

Parish esquires

gentleman’s association

some revolutionary

others, too civil; prim

tricorn to flat brim

fifty dollars entry

for the proper gentry

in Drunken Jack

Island’s club shack

fishing, hunting, shining

raise a flag for dining

sheephead, bass

hogfish, pan; he won

a stag for venison

we need ham

and good rice, ma’am

for this potluck feast

rum, wine; fruit ripe

Virginia tobacco

in our pipes

fine talk, hearty laughter

the toast, by rules after—

before us

a hot and hot fish club

 

before you

right, Myrtle?

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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