Mcgee's Fish-N'-Chips
An Englishman, just new in town
Walked the streets until he found
An older man sitting down
fishing from a puddle
His back against the old pub wall
His old suit seemed, a size to small
Wrapped up in a raggedy shawl
His arms and legs in a huddle
It was a most pathetic and saddened state
The Englishman felt, he just couldn't wait
Lifted him up, and said, "Come on mate"
I'm going to buy us a bottle"
The old man warm and sitting down
As the English poured another round
He hardly uttered a single sound
But smiled like he was in heaven
The Englishman, now in a humorous state
Thought, Puddle Fishing is a curious 'Fate'
and because the time, was getting late
Said "I must get back to Devon"
So, the English, in his humorous way
Just asked the man to see what he'd say
"How many did you catch today ?"
"With you", he said ,"makes seven"
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