A Fishing I Will Go

A Fishing I Will Go Today I decided to go fishing, So went to get my pole. I dreamt of catching the big one, But a perch, a more likely goal. The rod I had was broken, In not one place but two. I tossed the rod onto the floor Not knowing what else to do. I went up in the kitchen, And found an old broomstick. I looked at it and smiled; Yes this would do the trick. My line it seemed was broken too, So I went to get some more. I thought I had some in my desk, At least there was before. There inside, I found the spool, But upon it was no line. So I went down in the cellar, And found a ball of twine. Hmm! I thought to myself, Not the best but not the worst. It wouldn’t work all by itself, I need to attach it first. Stick and twine I now had, Next I’d need a hook. I went back to my old pole To have another look. It seems the hook was gone, For it had broken off before. I meant to get another one, Forgot, and there’s no more I sat there with a frown, Which turned into a grin For I thought of something else to use, Yup, a safety pin. What else, I thought, would I need? For it was getting kind-a-late. Why, something to put onto the hook, A hot-dog would be great. I had all I needed now, So went out the front door. Only to see it was raining, And I mean a major down pour. So I guess this rhyme is over, There’s nothing more to say. Except that I am now all set, And tomorrows another day.