No Fishing
I rowed my boat
to my favorite spot
The water was cool
The sun was hot
I took my pole
And loaded my bait
Put on my hat
And started to wait
I hoped for a big one
Or so I thought
At the end of the day
Here’s what I caught….
A watering can, a rubber boot
A curling iron and a flute
An old ice skate, a bicycle tire
A picture frame, a ball of wire
A basketball, some braided rope
A hairbrush and a telescope
I now know why
I didn’t get my wish
The signs say’s “No fishing”
Cuz there aren’t any fish!
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