The sun on the water,
The wind in your hair
You catch nothing
But there are fish in there
The maggots make you squirm
They explode on the hook.
A jerk on the stick and
“I got a fish Dave, look!!”
The fish is a prize
For anyone like you.
Too bad you are a vegetarian
Or you’d make fish chowder stew.
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