Poetry

An Ode to the Fisherman's Craft

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I have dedicated much of my life to the pursual of the poetic muse. I here submit to the general populace a small selection of my finer writings.

An Ode to the Fisherman's Craft

I caught a little fishy and a bigger fishy too,

So I took both of my fishies, and I made a fishy stew,

Then I ate my little fishies and I went off to the loo,

And I shat out both my fishies in a fishy piece of poo.

I like a little fishy, yes I like it quite a lot,

When I eat a little fishy I shit fishy out my bot,

Yes I like a little fishy fishies can be lots of fun,

When I eat a little fishy I shit fishy out my bum,

I so like a little fishy yes I like it quite a bit,

When I eat a little fishy I shit out a fishy shit,

I love to eat a little fishy it's a little bit of class,

When I eat a little fishy,

I shit the bastard out me arse.

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