The Fisherman's Torment

5am, the alarm goes off
Who knows what today will bring
Im up for the early worm
Competing with the birds that sing
But today is my day
I’m prepared you see
Maggots in the bait box,
A flask full of tea
Cheese rolls I have made 
These are for fuel
And my thermal undies, 
Protecting my jewels

So its off to the lake
In my head a silent wish
But make no mistake
I’m gonna catch fish!!
With my trusty rod
And favourite float
I arrive at the water 
And climb in my boat
I row into the middle 
Mist creeping around
The world is so silent
Im hearing no sound


I send out my first cast
Oh this cannot be
I didn’t see that coming
I’m stuck in a tree!
Not to worry, these things happen
And I reel in my line
Not panicked or shaken
I’ll get it right next time
So now I am fishing
Maggot on my hook
My full concentration
Like it say’s in the book

8 hours later, 
No fish you will see
A whole pint of maggots
And I’ve drank all my tea
I’m cold and I’m hungry
But how can I go home
With no tales of success
Fingers froze to the bone
This is some kind of torture
Cold hands I now rub
The wife will be laughing
So I’m off down the pub

I think I’ll take up golf
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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