Today I went fishing at last,
Couldn’t wait to get to the lake for a cast.
Packed my bag with tackle, flask and food,
Making sure my fishing license was renewed.
Set up on the bank,
Hoping I didn’t blank,
Thinking of what lure to use.
I began with a cast and the time did pass,
I went to cast the rod, ended up catching my ass.
The folk around listening to my squealing sound,
I ended up lying on the ground.
Angler came over aided with pliers and said “now take a deep breath as you’ll feel more pain”
I cried “ please pull it out it’s driving me insane”
With out any doubt , he pulled it out,
“Jesus lord !”... I did shout.
I thanked the guy,
he did reply “ better your ass than your eye”
Back at home now having a beer,
But the thought of treble hooks makes me full of fear.
Thinking maybe next time I’ll sit on a chair and fish off the Pier!
When Jack went down to the lake today
he was sure of a big surprise.
He wanted to catch his personal best
He wanted to win the prize
He set the tackle upon his rod, watched the umpire who gave the nod.
But he didn’t expect
for his tackle to get
his diiiiiick nicked.