An Old Man Fishing

I watched the old man mosey to his favorite fishing spot. Ahead of him his faithful dog capered at a lively trot. No fancy fishing lures for him, just a simple bamboo pole, And a can of worms as content he seemed in heart and soul! Settling in the welcome shade of a spreading oak, He lit his pipe for a pleasurable afternoon smoke. His old dog lay contentedly at the old man's feet. What a life! How could it be any more complete! At fishing the old fellow was extremely deft. Why, he was pulling them in right and left! With all the expensive lures that I had at hand, Not one consarned fish did I ever land! As the sun waned he lay back and took off his shoes, To savor his usual afternoon snooze. Imagine my dismay as his bobber danced about! (Why can't I reel in some of those wily trout?) As the sun settled in the west he called it a day. (Alas, I still hadn't had a nibble, I must say!) He waved asking, "How's your fishin' luck been?" "Not a bite" I replied, much to my chagrin! Placed No. 1 in Paula Swanson's "The Allure Of A Lure Is Alluring" Contest - Apr 2012