Gone Fishing

Despairing seafaring..can be Lore of days of yore Glories or gory Bold stories told Foreshore folklore Hemingway’s…Old Man and the Sea Smiles..feeling chipper Like a wee nipper Reeling in a ripper Serious delirious skipper No not a wee kipper More like stealing Flipper (ah remember Flipper) Sort of caught Trials snort beguiles Rather overwrought Wiles & guile..fraught Palaver..how they fought All went iffy in a jiffy This grouper.. a storm trooper All came a cropper Squiffy party pooper Proper show stopper The line snipped…then ripped Pip gripped but it slipped Flipper well flipped Hadn't read the script Skipped...Pip pipped Tripped then quipped Simply ill equipped Despite his devotion No delish fish Dish wish delight In the commotion..swish.. Dipped back into The ocean it sipped Ought to remember what We’ve been taught Unless it’s been bought Down at the port This is a sort of sport Where nought could be caught That’s why fishing Isn’t just dispatching Santa’s sea grotto Matching motto hatching “It ain’t called bloody Catching!”