Fishing Friday
Boat’s hooked up
Cooler’s packed
Got my hat
First beer’s cracked.
Crank bait on
Poles are ready
Off I go now
Slow and steady.
Troll around
The lily pads
Cast and reel
Almost had him.
Now off I go
It’s the end of the day
With stories to tell
How he got away.
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