A Fishy Tale

We'd get the punt from St Mary's church, We clambered aboard, with enough gear to make the punt lurch. There was my Dad my Uncle, me and a family friend, You could feel the day was going to be hot, But off we went to discover our fishy lot. We each had a very expensive rod, but we was one reel short that someone had forgotten, But Dad didn't mind he was just as content to lay back and rest, while we all put our angling skills to the test. We tried for at least 5 or 6 hours but we had nothing not even a bite, Well except for my Dad who unknowing to us had tied a line to his big toe, and would you believe he had a sharp tug, and he pulled on board a shimmering Perch, All we could really do was to fall about laughing and to cause the punt to make one final lurch.