Voici la 1ère partie d’un poème de Noël (en anglais) trouvé sur le site d’un chasseur de flats : BoneFish On The Brain

Twas the day before Christmas, when all through the bay
Not a creature was stirring, not even a ray.
The rods were all strung up and rigged up with care
In the hopes that a bonefish, soon would be there.

The crabs were all nestled all snug in their holes
And the flat was empty, devoid of other souls.