A tale of fishing for love, with a little humor mixed in.
Do hope you enjoy it.
I scared myself when writing this, for I didn’t know where it was going.
And, must admit, laughing did not help.
I have the kind of love
even a fish would swallow
I am the one who knows
how to give and when to take
you see I have pleasures unknown
sittin’ on this river bank
and I’ll continue to sit right here
for I’m not waiting on a nibble
or a little bite
I’m waiting on the big one
the one they call love
I know she’s in here swimmain’ round
I can see her with my heart
It’s just a matter of a little time
before she comes to shore
so on this riverbank I’ll wait
for I know it’s never too late
to give up hope on such a dream
my pole will soon shake
I’ll reel her in with much delight
remove the hook and give her a kiss
whisper in her gills she’s my dinner
confess to my little fishy
I’m a flirt