The Fisherman and the Lady

'Twas April Fourteenth, Seventy-Eight. Lest any should repudiate what on this very special date the two of them were doin', Let's for a moment contemplate their entry to the grand estate, the legal right to procreate through mutual "I Do"-in'. Our hindsight intuition says that he was probably wishin' he was fishin', with precision swishin' flies to waiting bass. For he had but one ambition and considered his commission was to fishin' competition, pulling lunkers from the grass. But he set aside this mission for submission to tradition, and Patrician erudition soon replaced his noble cause. Now a maid with hair of titian dishin' clams and oysters squishin' and musician's compositions may engender his applause. The Mrs. was the perfect mate to tolerate and moderate that diehard fishing reprobate, and of her own volition, Found better ways to celebrate and venerate their special date; They'd renovate and recreate the joys of goin' fishin'. For many years ago this day they both agreed to go their way through life together come what may, the good times or perdition. And though it's now an old cliché, the best times all the bad outweigh, But those which in their hearts will stay were spent when they went fishin'. Just another Warrenpiece