FISHING DARK AND DEEP

I went fishing on a lake dark and deep,

Then through the floor water started to seep,

I didn't have a pail,

So I really  couldn't bail,

I sank calmly without even a peep. 

THE FISH IN THE WEEDS

I hooked a fish out in the weeds,

For that is where the big fish feeds,

He fought and tangled,

And, my line angled,

That battle is among my proud deeds.

TROLLNG FOR MONSTERS WAY OUT IN THE BAY

I was trolling for monsters way out on the bay,
I thought I had caught one when my line spooled away,
But, it was negative rub,
When up came the sub,
Then, the sub dove and I followed, good day.

I was trolling for monsters way out in the bay, 
Then, a big one swallowed me and my boat all the way,
My mind was real dizzy,
As I was digested in fizzy,
Now, as poop on the bottom I lay.

I was trolling for monsters way out in the bay,
When I fell in love with a monster some fishermen say,
Our first hatched we named Barry,
Was both scaly and hairy,
Married a walrus and moved to LA.




  



 

I WAS ABDUCTED BY ORB ALIENS

I went out fishing in the early afternoon,

I tripped out toward the big fish where I saw moon after moon,

But the moons were orbs on the bay,

They all took me away,

I hope to be back fishing, real soon.

FROM: THE LIVING BAIT FISHERMAN

Minnow bucket full,
Too many, no breath, tragedy,
Error, no live bait.

EVERY NINTH FISH IS ALWAYS A ZOMBIE

Every ninth fish is always a zombie,

So says my fishing bud Bob Abercrombie,

He says "it's not a surprise,

They have death in their eyes,"

I asked him which type he said, "Omni".

DRAGNET FOR MY FISHING POLE

I walked out on the dock and what did I pass?

A giant, a record, an enormous rock bass,

But, my pole was at the cabin, not out on the dock,

I took it to the cabin when I listened to Bach,

So, I ran back to the cabin to look for my pole,

I looked under the chairs and in every floor hole,

But, my fishing pole was not to be found,

I remembered I left it somewhere on the ground,

Alas, I sent the kids out in a fish pole dragnet,

And, one of them found it so expectations were met,

Then, another found my worms so; I knew I was set,

Next, I ran out on the dock to see if my bass was there yet,

Then, just as I saw that big rock bass in the bay,

He heard my running vibrations and swam fast away,

So, I fished off the dock for the rest of the day,

While, minnows tugged on my worm, trying to bait me to play. 

THE FISH FURNITURE POEM

I make furniture from fish I catch out in the bay,

I make fish into end tables for my dollhouse made of clay,

I make fish into sofas, 

I make fish into chairs,

I make fish into bedroom sets,

For my dollhouse's upstairs,

If you're asking how I do it then, imagination you must lack,

I use some glue and scissors and lots of fast drying shellac.

DRAGNET FOR MY FISHING POLE

I walked out on the dock and what did I pass?

A giant, a record, an enormous rock bass,

But, my pole was at the cabin, not out on the dock,

I took it to the cabin when I listened to Bach,

So, I ran back to the cabin to look for my pole,

I looked under the chairs and in every floor hole,

But, my fishing pole was not to be found,

I remembered I left it somewhere on the ground,

Alas, I sent the kids out in a fish pole dragnet,

And, one of them found it so expectations were met,

Then, another found my worms so; I knew I was set,

Next, I ran out on the dock to see if my bass was there yet,

Then, just as I saw that big rock bass in the bay,

He heard my running vibrations and swam fast away,

So, I fished off the dock for the rest of the day,

While, minnows tugged on my worm, trying to bait me to play. 

JIMMY IS NO FISHERMAN

Jimmy used a jitterbug to try to catch a pike,
But, the only thing that Jimmy caught was his older brother Spike,
Jimmy used a silver spoon to try to catch a crappie,
But, the only thing that Jimmy caught was the ear of his old pappy,
Jimmy used a plastic worm to try to catch a bass,
But, the only thing that Jimmy hooked was his cousin's giant mass,
Jimmy used a squirrel-tail to try to catch a trout,
But, the only thing that Jimmy caught was Jimmy's great big snout.     
Now, Jimmy uses a coupon to purchase fish and fries,
Because if Jimmy keeps on fishing then, everybody dies. 

PARDON MY FISH

On my fish stringer there were fish that were without hope,
They splash around on the stringer, I guess that's how they cope,
It's like they're asking for a pardon,
But, my heart has to harden,
And, to free my dinner I just have to say, nope.

THE WINDCHILL, WINDCHILL GO AWAY LIMERICK

Windchill, windchill go away,

Or, I will freeze my face today,

I must shovel snow,

Or, I cannot go,

Ice fishing out on the bay.

WENT OUT FOR THE EVENING WITH A DIRTY BOBBER

The water was calm and the skies were clear,

So I went bobber fishing just off the pier

But my red and white,

Was invisible that night,

Cause my white was encrusted with worm dirt and beer.

I LOST MY SPINNER

I trolled for bluegills and caught a log,

It was stuck in the bottom in a dark mucky bog,

Then my line broke,

And, like some unkind joke,

My last spinner sank into the muck fog. 

TIM AND THE FISHHOOK IN THE LIP LIMERICK

Tim went fishing after a whisky nip, 
He caught his fish hook in his lower lip, 
Now when Tim takes a sip,
His drink leaks out the rip,
And, water leaks in when Tim goes skinny-dip.

FISHING AND DYING YOUNG

It was early winter and I felt bold,

On cold water fishing I'd been sold,

Even though, it would be my death, my friends foretold,

I'd for sure be a stat of ones not dying old,

Of course, I didn't harvest fish but I caught a bad cold.

I FINDS ME AN EARTHWORM

I went looking for earthworms to fish in the sea,

And, me finds an earthworm measuring in feet, thirty-three,

So, I turns to run,

But, that son-of-gun,

Catches and devours me.

     

                                                 The End

NO BIG FISH TO FISH

No big fish in the lake so, I'm not fishing,

Too much algae so, no fish fry dishing,

Now, in my free time I mow lawn,

Fertilize it at break of dawn,

But, it's time threading worms I be wishing.

A COFFEE CAN SAVES BIG BUCKS AND HELPS FEED LITTLE ONES

Of me, my family was no fan, 

My ashes were put in a coffee can,

And the worms my family picked up,

Upon my ashes they'd sup,

I was made to feel less than human.

MY FISHING LINE GOT CAUGHT UP IN A TREE

My fishing line got caught up in a tree,

I haven't done that since I was two or three,

My dad would retrieve the line with an ax,

But, now I will wane and not wax,

Indeed, A chainsaw works better for me.