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I wake to a monochrome world and I yawn
The reds, greens and yellows awaiting the dawn
Out on the water, my luminous float
Rides unseen ripples in fear of no boat

This morning my roof is my fishing umbrella
A night with my thoughts means I’ve something to tell her
I guess what I mean is I’ve something to ask
I practice the words as I reach for my flask

My thermos sits tempting with vegetable soup
It’s contents have settled to vegetable gloop
Was that a laugh in the form of a squark
As I eat my soup with a very long fork

With no other human for miles around
No unsought opinions that seek to confound
No ear-ache from experts intent to be heard
How welcome the chirps of the earliest bird

The scrabbles and scurries of night’s muted audio
Bow to the quacks of a new day’s first rodeo
The moon doffs its cap to a newly ris sun
My float dips a little… I’m ready for fun

I strike as my float disappears underwater
I think of my girl and I wish I had brought her
Forsaking her bed was too much of a wrench 
But she’d have been thrilled at the sight of a tench

My rod tip bends into its repeated thumps
I steer it away from those lily pad clumps
Nuclear war now… a minor mishap
I now live in fear of a single sound, SNAP!

But I turn its head and I draw the fish near
Oh how I wish that my baby was here
She’d call it God’s prettiest creation yet
As the red eyed, green beauty slides into my net

Shame it was not on my new rod as hoped
I’d broken that rod but my old one had coped
Admiring the beauty, my subconscious said
Admire the beauty at home in your bed

I unhooked that Tench and released it at once
I’m thrilled with the one but one more would be bunce
An early morn chill and this fisherman muddles
Should I not be home having kisses and cuddles

I so love to fish and the girl of my dreams
Never complains, there’s no rants and no screams
So now I've decided, I’ve made up my mind
A more understanding girl I’ll never find

I fumbled my phone so I took off a glove
This question to ask of the woman I love
My fishing rod that was a gift from your mother
I broke it, I said, could she buy me another?
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