I camped upon a stream so clear,
by chance to catch some Trout.
the bait I thought I'd brought along,
I found that I'd left without.
It really didn't matter though,
that I could do no fishing.
Its better to have gone and watched,
than sat at home just wishing.
Now the moral of this story is,
don't sit at home and wish.
And never leave your bait at home,
when your going after fish.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008
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