If your swim had a poem written on it....

[theartist]

Following Runners latest HYDGO post what would your swim say?

Go on express yourselves :thumbs:

 

[theartist]

My swim this week

Underneath the bridge
The wall is full of tags
Discarded cans
and of course there's always bags
It seems such a disgrace
My urban fishing place
I doubt it's ever clean
But the roach they are pristine

 

[peter crabtree]

What the hell rhymes with towpath?

 

[theartist]

What the hell rhymes with towpath?

Chris Eubank saying cowpat?

 

[The Runner]

"Look on my whips, ye mighty, and despair"

 

[mikench]

I'd rather be fishing
Most any time
Morning or evening
Rain or shine.

 

[The Runner]

Going back to the days of the catfood craze...

To the tune of "Corrina, Corrina", with apologies to Bob Dylan

Coshida Coshida, on my 6 metre line
Coshida Coshida, on my 6 metre line
Lord, if I ain't got Coshida
It just ain't worth me tryin'

I got a can of Whiskas, got Felix in a tin
I got a can of Whiskas, got Felix in a tin
Lord, if I ain't got Coshida
I just can't catch a thing

I'm going down to Lidl, case each of red and blue
I'm going down to Lidl, case each of red and blue
Coshida Coshida
Can't get enough of you

 

[peter crabtree]

As I was fishing on the Thames,
my hands were all a quiver.
I tried to swing a massive perch,
It fell back in the river.

As i was fishing on the Trent,
on catching roach I was hell bent.
I fed the hemp and fished with tares,
I caught fack all, ah ballocks who cares...

 

[theartist]

As I was fishing on the Thames,
my hands were all a quiver.
I tried to swing a massive perch,
It fell back in the river.

As i was fishing on the Trent,
on catching roach I was hell bent.
I fed the hemp and fished with tares,
I caught fack all, ah ballocks who cares...

And when you were fishing near the lock
Some kids went by in Punts
Remember how they tried to mock
You called them proper *****

 

[103841]

I fish on an estate.

So does my mate.

 

[mikench]

John you're a poet
And I didn't know it.

 

[john step]

What the hell rhymes with towpath?

Bloodbath?

 

[nottskev]

Bloodbath?

Towpath
Psychopath
Bloodbath
Aftermath

That's urban canal fishing in a nutshell.

 

[S-Kippy]

The sky is deep red
And my float tip is too
Most poems rhyme
This one doesn't

 

[103841]

I fish the Kentish Stour
Occasionally not more than a hour
I’ll walk the bank
And normally blank
And go home feeling dour.

 

[Keith M]

What the hell rhymes with towpath?

Not completely rhyming but:

It was the day of our annual match
when we would meet along the towpath
It would be decided on the heaviest catch
Who would win and then have their Pho-tograph

But on that fateful day in the month of may
the canal was drained and no water remained
The problem was solved when the NRA got involved
but too late for our annual match

Keith

 

[John Keane]

In my celestial swim there will be
Lilies and rushes planted for me.
Tench and Crucians,
Roach and Rudd,
And no f**king skimmers,
That’ll be good!

 

[bennygesserit]

There was an old man from Walsall
Who's casting was truly awful
He aimed for the bank
But gave it a yank
and ended in something floral

 

[rich66]

The river flows by
A chub rises for a fly
What a sight to delight & my troubles slip by

My float slips quietly along the water o so blue
With a dip and a glide it’s tell is true
A bite !
A tug and a tap tells me I’ve struck true

My rod has bend, my lines as taught as can be
I wonder what that fish could be
Is it a Roach or Rudd, a Perch or Dace
That sets the pace.

The river drips from my float
The fish is in my net
A chub
With a mouthful of grub !

Quickly released she glides back into the flow

The river flows by

 

[seth49]

The girl stood on the old stone bridge
Her lips were all a quiver
She gave a cough
Her leg fell off
And floated down the river.