Camping Poem

Throw the rod out

Reel the rod in

Fish on the end

Throw it back in

Catch it again

The flames are roaring

The colour is a bright red 

We feel the heat

As the deer cooking

We all have a drink in hand

My friend makes a joke

Its makes us laugh

I fall off my chair

Now my head hurts

But I keep on going

We are ready for bed

Our swags are waiting for us

BUT!! I get a big fish on the rod SPLASH

It takes the drag out for ages

I reel it in a monster red.