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
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