Fall Bliss

Jest a jug uv new fall cider an’ a fishin’ pole, I say,

Is the greatest combination you will find abroad today.

Then an ol’ flat-bottomed row boat, an’ a crick uv windin’ blue,

Where the fish are jest a-layin’ makin’ faces up at you!

No, you couldn’t find a pleasure in the world to equal that,

With the autumn sun a-shinin’ on your ol’ deflated hat;

With a pole thet’s bendin’ over, an’ a cork that bobs an’ sinks,

An’ jest fish enough to bother you between the luscious drinks.

Oct. 10, ‘09