Where is the fishing rod?
The beginning of the Ballad of Fishing Rod
The authorities were a flounder
The disappearance was deemed odd
Every day without fail for thirty years,
We was spotted, the hybrid human-cephalopod
He would catch fish with his bare teeth
Even married one he called Mariana Cod
Then, one day he had gone away
But what happened to Fishing Rod?
It's not the size of the rod
It's the slipperiness of the fish
Out of the frying pan
And into the fire
I could think of worse ways
to smoke out a liar
Google search: Do people eat lyrebird?
Answer: Yes, in the past. Now protected.
Apparently, it tastes like the grouse or blackcock of Scotland.
Additional Google search: how much blackcock do they eat in Scotland?
Answer: not as much as they used to. I did find a large number of links to a ‘fake taxi’ but it was unrelated.
Tanka: Fake sounds about right
I was late to work
Forgot I had no money
Lucky Fake Taxi
Was more than happy to help
With a ride to remember
Goods and services
Varying exchange rates
Unpredictable stock markets
Supply and demand
How can prices ever be fair
Train of Thought
I asked friends and family for a starting point and followed the train.