A Fishing Trip
I got up at 4 to start the trip
And the moon and stars were bright
I was excited more than a bit
To fish in the little skiff
With my granddad that I liked
We arrived at the lake
And soon wet our lines
And planned to stay fishing all day
Trying our luck come-what-may
Until it was supper time
When the fishing trip was done
We had fish to clean
And I was the one
To get it done
With filets we could eat
The cook to our delight
Prepared the perfect meal
With fish fried in batter light
As she’d done many times
And did so with great zeal
The evening ended there
With a fishing tale or two
With some there unprepared
To hear granddad cuss and swear
That the tales he told were true