August 1

As the sun began its descent, I waded into the lake

Carrying a rod and all the bait I could take

I could not help but notice the nibbles at my feet

Painfully aware of my left hand filled with juicy meat

And so, chest-deep in the water we fished for Piranha

My stomach felt like a squashed banana

Oh there were Caimans too - they came to have a look

We barbecued the few Piranha that we managed to hook