This really was a rotten day,
My best lure is in a tree.
And the fish I caught, have slipped away,
Now they are swimming free.
But I did catch something big,
When I made that fancy cast.
I caught my pants leg with a jig,
I was losing patience fast.
Then I got hooked up on a rock,
And broke my rod in two.
What dirty, rotten, lousy, luck,
My brand new Shakespeare too.
And then I tripped, on my fishing line,
And kicked my tackle box.
And kicked it right into the brine,
Like my son said, that really sucks.
Well I guess I'll head for home,
I feel the fish laughing at me.
I just want to be alone,
Just like my lure up in that tree.
12/22/10 Alton Texas
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