The Fishing Poem

Reel in, reel out,
Nothing biting,
Sit and pout.

Fish rod and reel,
Hook worm and sinker,
Woah! There he is!
I'll get that stinker!

Swimming left,
Swimming right.
Dodge under a branch,
I wont give up without a fight!

A little closer,
Come on little fishy.
I wont hurt you,
But you'll look nice on my dish-y.

We went, we saw,
We threw and threw.
We sat and wondered,
Nobody knew.

Was that a swirl?
Was that a bite?
I think not.
There's nothing in sight!

Cast on, toss on.
Throw at that nice tree,
There's gotta be one there.
Maybe one, two, or three!



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