Poetry

complaining fisherman

written by: gilligan3

I am a little child
Young carefree and wild
Playing on the wind so soft and mild
And how i wish my behavior were just as unbeguiled

I am a man
A walker in the sand
Wishin' fer a simple paper fan
So as to ease my suffering with my hand

I am so tired of complaining about
What I am or not
Why here i am and there not
So I'm not gonna anymore sit here and pout

Right now I'm gonna get up and go out
Maybe catch a fish
Maybe it'll be trout
Or maybe just an old boot
Brown and stout
But the point is I'm gonna put down this pen
And walk right out
The door

Maybe catch some trout
Okay now I'm really goin' fer sure
Maybe you should come too
We could (after) go
To the Zoo
But now I've run out of ink in my pen so
Toodleoo