A Fishing Tale
by Anne Babin
My daddy liked his fishing,
and when his work was done
he’d take his poles and in old clothes,
he’d sit out in the sun
until his neck was blistered
his arms were brilliant red
and stay until the sun went down,
his hat upon his head.He tried to take his daughters,
tho fishermen they weren’t
because he thought he oughta
show them his joy in fishing,
since sons were not to be.When grandsons came upon the scene
he took them to the pond
to teach them joy in fishing
of which he was so fond.
They sat out in his favorite spot
and valiantly tried
to catch some fish.
The sun was hot
and all of them were fried.The moral of this story,
if there is one to be,
could be that one man’s pleasure
might be another’s pain—
but never, ever, try to catch
a fish out in the rain!
