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Fishing trip.
Whispering to your fellow fish to catch on tight,
waves carrying you downstream promising a good fight,
munching on snacks not noticing he took a bite, there goes your pole,
flippin' him off with shadows hopin' he sees, thats not to bright.
Paddling back to shore with ores when you see your pole,
Letting go of your ores to grab your pole but you can't hold,
your boat tips and out go you and your tack, how cold,
Swimming back to shore feeling hopeless, even your other boat on ebay sold.
Buying a new boat, new pole, and new tack hoping for the best,
Spotting what looks like your old boat stuck in the weeds,
Going to investigate to see that it is while putting your stress to rest,
Feelig better, knowing today holds much better luck while floating south-west.
When the kids come around, you share your story but exagerating quite a bit,
Your pride takes a tole on your karma for the next fishing trip but you don't quit,
Making the kids ooh and aah, laughing at your own mistakes cause your in a croud,
But when the next trip goes on nothing will be funny any more, don't get too proud.
This time, catching a huge musky makes you stand in your boat to scream WOOH,
Forgetting your boat will tip easily, you start dancing making the boat rock,
Watching the fish fly into the air while loosing your balance and slipping on your sock,
Back into the water you go, boat floating down the river, and losing your tack, what a fool.
