The funky fish was a timid beast
He roamed the seas from west to east
the tropical waters he liked to travel
Many mysteries for him to unravel,
To roam the seas spelled his fate
until one day he caught the bate
A tasty worm for him to see
A tasty worm right there for he,
He wrapped his mouth around the treat
The rod twitched at the old mans feet
Alas he cried as he stood upright
he reached for his rod and grabbed it tight,
The fish swam away pleased and proud
The man also pleased and roaring aloud
With one mighty stroke of power and might
The fish was caught to the old mans delight,
He wriggled and flapped but to no avail
hear comes the end of the poor fishes tale
The old man smiled and winked at his mate
"I look forward to this fish on my dinner plate",
A Matthew Newton Joint
23/03/2007 8:37,
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