The Fisherman

The Fisherman There was a fisherman I knew, He was so greedy, that he flew, Into a obscure, detached place To win the fisher’s, ”fishing race”. He fished all day, the fishing good While hours went by, at the creek he stood, He caught more fish than he knew he should. Expecting the win would feel so good. The one prop plane maneuvered in To the tiny dirt runway, though light was dim And the fisherman said “I’m ready, let’s go”. Then the pilot said “you’ve got too much to stow”. They argued a while when the pilot said ‘Dad gummite you fool. Do you want us both dead? Well , the fisherman finally got his way And the plane took off into the fray. When it got "way up" off the ground It sputtered and spit and swayed around And the pilot said,” well,Damn you Fred You ain’t heard nothing that I said.” The fisherman sat back with a sigh He knew they were up there pretty darn high. He thought awhile, with a little fear "ain't this the place we crashed last year? IlaMae Stucki © 4/14/2010 IlaMae Stucki © 4/14/2010