A fish poem by Daisy
no matter how clever i get
I end up a bit more than wet
When I dive for a fish
to throw on my dish
I've not caught a single one yet!
I'm thinking a bomb may work well
I'd snatch them all up as they fell
But the BOOM would be loud
and draw such a crowd
Plus all the dead feeshies would smell
So then I thought maybe a spear
I could throw one to there right from here
But if my throw fell too short
A hole in the port!
Or an unlucky spear in the rear!
And then it suddenly seemed
The method of which I had dreamed
I could just shoot
A bass in the boot
I couldnt care less if he screamed!
Then Terry discovered my plot
each plan that I'de secretly thought
And said she to I
Dear Daisy dont cry
Put the watergun down - you've been caught!