Fishing Poem by Phil Soar

Fishing



Far away in the lad of nod
Beyond my wildest dreams
There lives a man with a fishing rod
And he's angling by a stream
He has a net with fish in
And a box full of some maggots
And for his tea, he ate a flea
Along with some ‘Brains' Faggots





Authors note: Only readers in UK will understand the ‘Brains' Faggots line.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fishing,funny,nonsense
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