How a out this one....?
The angler sits upon the bank
While many people pass
And some will wonder why it is
He spends all day sat on his ar5e
‘How boring’ is what most will say
‘What a waste of someone’s holiday’
The angler, sitting, pays no heed
To answer comments, he feels no need
He is deep in thought, all plans and schemes
Today might see the catch of dreams
Bait and tackle, need constant checking
Passers by, still rubber necking
‘Caught any, mate?’ once more the cry
A shaken head the sad reply
They crowd around him anyway
With tales of ones that ‘Got away’
Black Labrador comes bounding up
‘Don’t mind him he’s just a pup’
The frantic owner’s plaintive call
As snout dives into groundbait bowl
A motorboat, not paying attention
Steams right on by, too close to mention
Weekend captain at the rudder
Lift rod up high, see keepnet shudder
Twitchers come and stand behind
Framed on skyline, never mind
They ‘Tut. tut’ when he does cast out
‘You shouldn’t fish with birds about’
Families come, the kids throw sticks
If they can’t find wood, they lob in bricks
Parents urge ‘Watch what yer doin’
‘Don’t fall in, togs will be ruined’
The tip pulls round, a bite, at last!
But no, a family of swans glide past
Hissing, biting, flapping beast
No thanks shown for being released
Lycra’d cyclist, pedalling fast
Rod butt splinters over grass
The anglers’ hand becomes a fist
Glares down the bank through reddened mist
He slowly pulls the elastic back
Release the cup, a muffled ‘thwack’
Rock hard ground bait flies from pouch
A short way off, a cry of ‘Ouch!’
Bike and rider, now both a mess
Injured party seeks redress
Mobile phone is pulled from tights
Calls for help, demands his rights
In the distance, sirens wail
Milling crowd says ‘You’re for jail’
‘There was no cause for crazed attack’
Squad car arrives; he’s put in the back
The rule of law is handed down
‘We can’t have your type running round’
‘The public has right to expect’
That law and order won’t be wrecked’
‘This first time, you’ll be released
And be bound over, to keep the peace’
Released from the dock, the judge he thanks
But where is this peace – not on the banks!