The Not-so-great Outdoors

I’m standing here with dear old Dad,

fishing from this shore.

We’ve been here several hours now,

and my arm’s getting sore.

We’ve caught no fish, but I can tell

my dad just loves it here.

He says that chances are quite good

that we will see some deer.

We have to whisper when we talk

so we don’t scare the fish,

and that we go home really soon

is now my greatest wish.

It’s now quite late — we’re heading home.

No fish are in the trunk.

The only wildlife that we met

was one big angry skunk!

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