A Fishing
Oh, I Love to Go a Fishing.
I Go Most Every Day.
There Are Stories I Could Tell,
How the Big Ones Got Away.
But Only Another Fisherman,
Could Begin to Understand,
The Excitement That I Feel,
When the Big One Hits Dry Land.
Then of Course, There's the Cleaning
And the Fun of a Big Fish Fry,
Inviting All the Neighbors
And Your Fish Story Is No Lie.
Oh, I Love to Go a Fishing.
Would You like to Come Along?
It's Quiet by the Water
And Nothing Seems Too Wrong.
It's Peaceful and Relaxing,
Except When the Cork Goes Down.
Now That's When It's Lots of Fun
And it Keeps Away the Frown.
Connie Moore
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Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2013
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