Wednesday, August 15, 2007

The Novice Fisherman

He sat alone upon the bank, his fishing rod in hand.
Why he hadn’t caught a fish, he couldn’t understand.
He’d been fishing there all morning and he hadn’t caught a bite,
So he unwrapped his sandwiches and eased his appetite.
He’d bunched the maggots on his hook with optimistic air,
He’d even cleaned his tackle, but that’s neither here nor there.
Eventually a barrister called Nigel came along.
An expert fisherman himself, he spotted what was wrong.
Standing on the pavement, he looked up at him and said,
“Why don’t you go and sit upon the river bank instead?”

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