by pa cockle

Created on: August 17, 2008

.A Fisho's Dream..
..A fisho's dreams are all the same,
to catch a mixed basket for tea.
Only keeping the best ones
setting the rest of 'em free.
..One dream starts with a good sort
hitch hiking down to the sea,
'n staying the day baiting my hook
while passing cold beers to me.

..The REALLY good one involves one more
wanting to bait the hooks her self,
then wrestle each other in the wash

for the right to look after my health.
..The one in the red bikini,
swims out to set the live bait,
double D wearing a Borat suit
guts fish,
as I pass a beer to my mate.

..My mate the poof can't catch a fish
while I reel in a hundred or more,
as the red bikini jogs up and down
de-hooking the fish on the shore.
..As the Brazilian in Borat bathers
caught bait to swim out live,
then arrived the Beach Volleyball girls
making the beach come alive.
..Terry turtle swam the bait
way out into the blue,
conning a dopey Black Marlin
to chomp his terminal chew.
..Red bikini takes the mobile
as I play the Marlin in,
a voice on the other end says,
"Old son, you've won a couple' a million"

..My old Blackfish rod held up well
as Borat bathers tag n released,
I called for a limousine full of grog
to be delivered by models that sleazed.
..Rang the misses to buy a big house
n live there on her own,
to only ring a few times a year
'n tell how the grand kids have grown.

..My marlin still holds the record,
I culled salmon numbers down,
the swim suits are both my assistants,
the volleyball girls run my town.
..My Limmo's filled with ice
for my fishing 'n drinking supplies,
now my ship sails my models and me
wherever my heart desires.

..Alas then to wake up
from this heavenly perfect dream,
delivered back to reality
by an alarm clocks mongrel scream...

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