A Christmas Ode

Would,nt it be nice to go fishing today
As there would be no balliffs to pay
You could fish with eight rods out
Because hardly anyone will be about
No one forcing you to eat a burnt turkey leg
You be fishing in the best peg
No crying kids with broken presents
Just you watching the wild pheasants
No rushing around to the Inlaws
Just you sat in the wild outdoors
No more listening to the Queens speech
Just you waiting for your alarms to bleep
No more cheap wine down your throat
Just you staring at the float
No more sat in a smokey pub
You may may think bah humbug
While you drink your warm beer
But me sat here
Would be the greatest Christmas cheer
But I am here at home wraping another gift
Just thinking about all the piking myths
This is all I can say
Prehaps we may go piking on one Christmas Day

I did go fishing Jack, and got done for no licence!

Well ok, I didnt get done for not having a licence, because I do have one!

But I did go fishing to the Shropshire Union Canal for 90 minutes...and caught.....no pun intended, 2 jacks of 2LB and 1LB on wobbled yellow sprat!