I went fishing for some bass, Slipped and fell upon my grass Carp ate my bait instead, Perched atop a catfish head' ed out beyond my reach, So I swore, son of a beach was muddy, flailed about, As I floundered, lost my trout- line now I'm poleless, it's too late, Without my pole, can't cast or bait.
And the sad fact is I wrote this on porpoise.
[This message has been edited by Fisherman (edited 04-14-2000).]
How can I be depressed as long as you guys keep writing poems like this. Thanks Fisherman... one last laugh before I go to bed.. perfect.
"The storm rises up when the shadows descend every beat of my heart every day without end I will stand like a rock I will bend till I break till theres no more to give if thats what it takes I will risk everything I will fight I will bleed I will lay down my life if thats what you need every second I live thats the promise I make"
I have no idea who wrote this... tell me if you know. =)
You know what??? I really love this... It's nice to have someone around to go out and catch dinner.... This old fisherman really isn't "Old Jim"... He just can't spell.... or is he under a spell???... He suits you to a "T" though...
[This message has been edited by Nan (edited 04-14-2000).]
Glen Hope, PA USA