Kaly and moM went a fishin'.
Thursday we set off to get
The peace that Kaly was missin',
But , oops, we forgot the net!

To Wal-Mart we went for the wormies.
Two dozen we bought for the day.
Nightcrawlers, all juicy and squirmy
Cut in two (they go further that way).

She baited her hook with Ulysses,
And me with his half-brother Paul,
Proceeding to catch us some fishies,
Twenty-three fishies in all.

That afternoon, when we had finished
Baiting and catching in turn,
I found myself perfectly famished,
But the sandwich smelled somewhat like worm.

Leaving, we smiled at the excess
Of fun and fishies and clear
That again we might find a recess
To try out her sparkling new gear.