A FISHING STORY

[Robert Harrison]

A FISHING STORY

I ENJOY DOING A BIT OF FISHING NOW AND AGAIN,
UP SO EARLY IN THE MORNING, THE WIFE THINKING "HE'S INSANE".
BUT I DONT MIND.

WHEN I AM OUT IN THE BOAT BETWIX RIVER AND SEA,
THE ONLY TALKING DONE IS BETWEEN MYSELF AND ME.
BUT I DONT MIND.

I GO OUT IN THE BOAT TO HOOK WHAT GOD HAS CREATED,
BUT I FIND THAT HOOK AND FISH REFUSE TO BE MATED.
BUT I DONT MIND.

YEARS AGO WHEN I WAS A LAD, I WENT FISHING WITH JAR AND NET.
NOW WITH BOAT, "HAVE I CAUGHT THE BIG ONE? WELL, NOT YET".
BUT I DONT MIND.

THE BIGGER FISH SEEM TO GO FOR THE OTHER CHAPS HOOKS,
BUT IT'S THE TIDDLERS AND STONE FISH THAT GIVE ME FISHY LOOKS.
BUT I DONT MIND

I EXPECT THERE WILL BE NO FISHING UP THERE IN YONDER HEAVEN,
BUT IF THERE IS I BET THE LIMIT I CAN CATCH WILL BE ONLY SEVEN.
BUT I DONT MIND.

ALL OF THE PLACES THAT I FISH SEEMED TO BE ALL FISHED OUT,
EXCEPT FOR TIDDLERS AND STONE FISH, THEY ARE ALL THAT'S ABOUT.
BUT I DONT MIND.

SOME THREE HOURS LATER WITH NOTHING TO SHOW BUT SORE BUM AND SUNBURNS,
I START THE MOTOR, AND SPINN IN THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY DEGREE TURNS.
BUT I DONT MIND.

SO, I PULL UP THE ANCHOR, AND HEAD FOR THE SHORE AS SOON AS I'M ABLE,
AND PRESENT TO THE WIFE A FISH WITH GLAZED OVER EYES, AND MINUS PRICE LABLE.
BUT SHE WONT MIND.

 

[Kate]