GONE FISHING

My husband loves to fish in one particular spot

But one windy day he had to fight to find the right angle

To let his fishing rod dangle

Without getting himself tied in a bloody knot.

When he found a part of the river that looked the best

He parked his bum on his little seat and began to put it to the test.

He stuffed his biggest hook with his best smelly bait

Then he flung the line out and began to wait.

But then terrifyingly to his despair

He found that he`d gone and caught a bloody big shark right there!

He could see that the shark certainly was not amused

It rolled its eyes and with an evil big grin it reeled my poor hubby in

Then it decided to take him for a very long swim.

Just as he thought he couldn`t swim anymore

Oh Lord...was he soggy!

He thought this time that he was definitely done for.

Eventually the shark got bored with its little game

And flung the silly sod back to the shore again!

Dripping wet and shivering he struggled to his feet

And collapsed exhausted onto his little seat.

I still think about his adventure on that day

Of that bloody big shark that had the temerity to swim away.

He`s now had to throw away his soggy, smelly wellie boots

And now obsessively watches what he does with those bloody fishing hooks.

When he goes fishing again he`ll do it from the Mersey dock

But next time he`ll tie himself to a bloody big rock.

Now he constantly keeps a look out

Just in case that soddin` shark comes round to give him another flippin` clout

G xx