PONDING
I went out walkin yesterday
Not a fish could see
It was all cold and frosty
As I bent down on my knee
To peer into the murky gloom
And softly call their name
But no one answered, cos you see
They played the heron’s game
So next year I feel I have to change
Solution for to find
To beat the dreaded heron
And save these fish of mine
(Nets, fishing line or gater’s head?
A 12 bore gun to make them dead?
Or buy myself a dog instead?
And go back to my comfy bed?........ )
Who knows the joys and woes of ponds
Cept those who venture there
So keep you spirits high aloft
Pack it in?? DON’T DARE
