~ Hung on to the rod, lettin' my arms ache;
Those anglers spin yarns, knew their tales fake.
Here the fish don't bite,
Or the lure they do not sight.
Daddy all beans, a huge fish we'll home take.
~ "You ain't no addle pot; patience, my fay.
A hog killin' time we'll have fur sure," he say.
Up gulls they screechin',
They all come fishin'.
We no match, nary a fish we'll catch!.. Nay!
~ Suddenly, the water whooshed in a spout.
My quiverin' line had bite, ain't a doubt.
Reel in, reel in;
No slack, pull the fish in.
Rod with reel, away flew the biggest Trout!
8th place in the contest
For john freeman's contest : "Limericks About Fishing"