My Perfect Storm

My Perfect Storm with a side of Mushrooms


I used to love to fish, it didn't matter what kind of fish.

Fishy fish,

I don't like to eat fish, I loved to fish for fish, to hunt for fish

So much I'd bake my brains in the hot sun baked, for a possibility I'd catch a fish

Then I discovered Morel Muchrooms grew wild in a forest very near my house.