A Wish To Fish

I spent my life wishing that I was out fishing And quite often that's where I’d be When asked the attraction my instant reaction Was that it was born into me My mother, no lie, made a tasty fish pie My dad spent all day in the bay He’d write fishy rhymes for the Angling Times While fishing for conger and ray I often left home to fish on my own My wife hadn’t quite made the grade We might well have laughed while sharing a bath If only she’d been a mermaid But she met a fella, the local fish seller I didn’t have even a hunch So I went to heaven at ten past eleven Because she had poisoned my lunch I felt a bit odd when I bumped into God Who offered me halo or harp I said thankyou Geezer, don’t really want either But where might I fish for a carp