By the shores of the Yangtze,
There sits a man,
Weaving tales of the far off sea.
No treasure ship will do,
For the likes of him.
Rather he told fables
Of dragons and gnu.
Rumors of his tales
Reached the curled ears
Of the Emperors most honored Pingshu.
“How good can he be?” Exclaimed he;
So with more than enough tables
And his own kind of fables
His arrived at the Yangtze’s shores.
With much to do, he set up on the dew.
Any could see
He was ready for battle,
His gavel at the ready.
The fisherman smiled and bowed,
Honored by the growing crowd.
“Good sir, the likes of me
Have little tales, fit for fish and listening ears.
Nothing to match the likes of yours!
Fit for emperors and advisors.
Let us rather fish, for new ideas,
In the rich waters of the Yangtze?”
Faced with such words
It was sadly now a matter of face.
With a stifled sigh he cast a line,
Ending the day with fish stew
And a new fable or two.
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