A Fishermans Tale

Sitting idle in its rod rack
The fishing rod awakens
It finds itself in a car the journey will be great
In the distance through the gloom he sees the lake, the lake of doom
Gently does it, he leaves the car
He prepares for battle, yet another scar
He is all rigged up, hook, line and sinker
Trembling in the wind, it's a job for a thinker
The hook point is sharp and gleams in the light
A point, a jab and the worm gets a fright
Open the bail and behind the shoulder
The cast is good
Now the rod goes into the holder
Tap, tap, tap the line pulls tight
I think I'll be eating fish tonight
To fro I watch the fish go
"Oh no way, the fish got away"
I tell you it was big, as big as a whale
But you know that, a fishermans tale