Rod and Reel Woe

Good days they come

     Good days they go;

We’re feeling bum

     And full of woe.

They’re catching fish

     Way down in Maine;

We sit and wish

     And wish in vain.

“The ice is out,”

     And all that trash;

Why we’re a grout’ –

     We’re out of cash!

c. May 6, ‘09