A Ripplefrumpgobstopper Tried To Get Me

I should have known when I saw the condition of my fingerfickerfly caster The day fishing for cat fish on Magnifico Lake might turn into a disaster. Hey! There’s a wrigglewormlipsmaker on my breaker, yelled the baker. My sis yelled, “Don’t be such a martyr, you stinkerflinkgooberstarter!” So with buzzardbait at the helm, we began to rip each up to pieces. Then the spoonrippergitter ran out of gas, and my shirt was all creases. The head of our fishing trip lost it and yelled, “You bubblegumstinkeroo!” Speaking to the giant catfish in Magnifico, we locals call him Big Ballou. I attached my holyrocksinkerweight on the end of my line, and cast off. The bluegills and itsy bits bass were available, so don’t you scoff! A basketballgobblegump from out the deep jumped to the sky. I’m going to catch that one, or dry trying, said my braggadico Uncle Sy. By the end of the day we had sunburns and that giant Ballou was gloating. I tossed a blanketwarmerthrow over my legs, and resolved to stop boating. Come on! My daddy said. You know it is fun even if we do not catch a thing. That night we ate our bitty fish over a campfire and had an impromptu sing. I went to sleep the second my head hit my tincanpillowprop I dreamed that Ballou opened up a surfboard sandwich shop. A ripplefrumpgobstopper tried to grab me up, but Ballou stepped in. Saved my life, so now when saving him, you all can count me in.