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.
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