There is a guy called Hangler
Who thinks he's a quite good Angler
Out he goes every day
To try his luck to match his skill
But not very often he gets a kill

But every now and them.
Well the lucky bugga
he Catches a Yem

On a real good day
He catches a Ray
Jumps up and down. And says.
That's made my day

Gum boots are made for Farms
Not for fishing
Only farms
So why does he wear them
God only knows
He likes wet feet
But it does no harm

And then one day his rod bends over
Clips back to straight
Is it over.
Oh no no
Cry's his Chinese Lady
You have a whopper
Please please.
Don't let this be over

Out comes the camera
To catch the moment,
Hangler crys
Just give me a moment.

Oh bloody hell
Its a Snapper he crys.
My first this year
Its Garys suprise

And when he lays it on the beach
His tape measure, fails to reach.
28lb in all its glory
Now poor ole Gary
Has to write another story




Back at ya Hangler.

Cheers Trev aka " Hardy"