I’ll lure you from your hungry school;
My name calls out for living bait
To trick you in a darkened pool—
String you along and tempt your fate . . .

My sharpened verse must bear some blame,
Making you bite to reel you in.
Living up to my threaded name
Rods may strain and the bobbers spin.

Some use nets (like John and Peter)
Casting weights to sink. My floaters
Bring good news, maintaining meter
Joy for pond, lake, river boaters.

What’s my line? Think meat. Crochet.
Short and barbed, like life’s deceptions,
A shot some basketballers play.
Noses. Other misconceptions.

PROMPT 21:
write your own poem in which you muse on your name