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I remember when I was about ten
My next door neighbour then
Being the same age as me
Told me quite candidly 

How he loved to go fishing 
And was for some company wishing
Asked me if I would go along
Sometimes the words from your mouth come out wrong

At six he said without warning
No not night as I thought but the morning
So I called for him, at dead on six
Just had time for cold milk on two Weetabix

We cycled to the river Roden
To which I am now beholden
For it just proved to me 
Fishing’s boring you see

We fished till late in the day
But the fish must have all flown away
Headed south for the winter no doubt
Not even a perch or a trout

Which I thought was quite funny in June
But my friend he loved it the buffoon
We had our lunch in the sun
At least to me that was fun

So we cycled our lonely way back
Not a word a was spoken mood black
When he asked would I go the next day
I said no I’ll just go out and play

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  1. Date: 11/3/2012 1:51:00 PM
    Creative and humorous work..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..I am glad that I chose it to read..Sara

  1. Date: 11/2/2012 12:45:00 PM
    Owen, lol...flown away...i like that... and I've gone fishing , and i loved it,, and love it... ha ha...maybe your friend should go during the day... but you are right playing is much fun-eerrrrrrr.. xox~pd

  1. Date: 10/31/2012 7:56:00 AM
    just love these poems on every day life, and this so much fits the bill, Owen.. awesome....

  1. Date: 10/30/2012 12:48:00 PM
    I used to go fishig wiht my big brother I would sit on the crossbar of his bike and we would sneak out a about 4 in the morning..xx Good poem Owen xx