Casting My Fly
My fly cast got caught on my fly.
The hook hurt so bad I did cry.
While now in much pain
it started to rain.
What more could go wrong, my oh my?
My fly cast was still on my fly.
The zipper went zap on the sly!
It swished me around.
I fell to the ground.
But amazingly I was still dry!
The boat sunk so now I got wet.
Much like getting deeper in dept.
It took little glue,
to fix this boo boo.
But I haven't seen daylight yet!
For John Freeman's "Limerick's about Fishing" contest.
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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