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Ode to a Tench:Fishing

Come here you little Tinca Come here towards my net Come here you little Tinca You're a new PB I bet. Ive fed you worms and maggots Caught Roach and Bream its true But as nice as it is to catch them I came here to try and catch you. My rod is near bent double The line it sings with stretch You pull towards the Lillies To snap me off I bet? So come here you great big Tinca Don't drag me in the Reeds My heart it wont stop pounding Your weight I'm sure exceeds The target that I set for you Visions flashing through my mind. 13 pound 7 ounce female specimen Please pass it oh be so kind. Come here you Massive Tinca My rods begun to creak My arms are oh so tired They ache and feel so weak Come here you enormous Tinca My net is now not far Oh damn where is my camera Aarrgh I left it in the Car! Come here you behemoth Monster! I cant see you in this dark The Net it slides beneath you! Ohhh Damn its a flippin CARP! Hehh Hehh Written and composed by Mark Longson (c) 2018

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