On a sandy beach by a deep blue sea,
a horrible thing just happened to me.
My rod that had cost me quite a few bob,
just snapped when I cast out, twas merely a lob .
With high hopes we set out, myself and the wife,
a few days away, to try the good life
Those days would be filled up with fishing and play,
Head down during midweek, come home on Friday.
On day one I drove down, set up at the rocks,
my small rod responded to all of those knocks.
Wrasse, blennies, pollock, a nice shore rock ling
While above me Mackbashers cast out all their bling.
But no macks were out there , not one did I see,
none for the bait fridge, or even for tea ...
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