Quip's Corner - Ode to the Fisherman

You roll out of bed about three
Your pole, tackle and clothes on a chair
You leave the light off but then you can’t see
You throw on a hat to cover your hair

Load the car, go pick up the buddy
You wait cus’ he’s saying goodbye to the wife
You tell him “make sure your shoes are not muddy”
You both shout “Boy, this is the life!”

It’s still dark when you get to the lake
Fingers go numb when you open the door
You struggle and fumble to hook on the bait
And bet your buddy who’ll be first to reach the shore

Set your tackle aside, you cast your line out
And find a stick to prop up the pole
Just when you sit to relax, your buddy gives a shout
You jump up but he says that he was just cold

You smack him upside the head for scaring away the fish
You have to reel in and replace your bait
Just a nibble on the line would be your ultimate wish
You find a rock, sit down and WAIT!