The Trout (A Poachers Tale) Poem by GORDON BUTCHERS

Under that there river bank
There lies a big fat trout,
And I have tried every trick in the book
Just to get that ol' trout out.

I have tried with my hands to tickle him
And I have even used a fly,
But that fish just won't come out
No-matter what I try.

With a big juicy worm I have tried to tempt him
But he won't come out for me,
If only I could catch him
I would have him for my tea.

I think I'll try to net him
But now he's just disappeared from sight,
So now I know one thing is for certain
That ol' trout won't be on my dinner plate tonight.