Fish Fry
FISH FRY
Flip and Flo and Nick and Buck
went down the road to try their luck
afishin' in their fav'rite spot,
with wiggle worms that Buck had bought.
Nick was quick to hook his worm,
Flip got sick to see them squirm,
Flo was giggling so bad
Flip and Buck got really mad.
Nick was first to have some luck
astonishing Flo, Flip and Buck,
a yellow perch the size to fry,
who lost his luck while swimming by.
Flo got stuck with her own hook,
Flip took it out, she couldn't look;
and then they all got their own wish,
Flo, Flip, and Buck all caught a fish.
Buck swore a bass as big as Nick
looked at his worm but stole it quick!
Flo took their last and only worm
and hooked it just to see it squirm.
And so it was the time to go,
Nick carried poles and so did Flo,
on Buck and Flip, the stringers hung
on which the following were strung;
A dozen perch, and six walleye,
and forty punkin' seeds to fry,
for Flip and Flo and Buck and Nick
there's quite enough to make 'em sick.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016
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