Twas the night before **** took Us all fishing,
Thoughts of that big catfish I was justa wishing,
Not a creature was stirring all thru tha house,
no-one, cept me and my computer mouse,
I was getting restless and tired so I went to bed,
Visions of Fagging jugs ran thru my head,
The alarm clock finally went off once more,
I threw on my boots and ran out the door,
We arrived bright and early at the crack of dawn,
I should have stayed home and worked on the lawn,
The weather was to bad to go jugging **** said,
I was wondering what was going on in his head,
Our trip up the river was windy and cold,
**** pushed forward as a fisherman so bold,
We fished all day far and near,
an empty stringer we did not fear,
Uncle Bill had already caught atleast four,
Every time we looked over he had caught some more,
Mr Maki and I looked on with a frown on our face,
We kept wishing to go jugging some place,
That whole day my fishing pole did not bend,
and finnaly the day, had come to an end,
My toes and fingers were hurting so bad,
I hobbled around and was a little sad,
My jugs had stayed in the truck and never got wet,
Not one jug flagged, not one hook set,
we said our good byes and gave high fives,
we were on our way home now and had to face our wives,
We knew when we get there she would scream and shout,
"You have been gone all day, now take the TRASH OUT."
I would just smile and give her a big huggin,
Little did she know, tomorrow I was going juggin!!!!!!


Author: ME