Fishing Trip

A wife should let her husband have
At least one fishing trip a year.
She’d really been quick to approve;
My wife is such a thoughtful dear.

The next Sunday morning early,
I got quietly out of bed
And placed a tender loving kiss
On top my dear wife’s sleeping head.

I grabbed my trusty fishing gear,
That I had packed the night before.
I had a cup of coffee first
And then went to the kitchen door.

Thunder, lightning and rain met me.
My fishing plans were now quite dead,
So I quietly got undressed
And joined my sleeping wife in bed.

I whispered that “It’s raining hard.”
She answered as she squeezed my arm,
“Can you believe that my dumb husband
Is out there fishing in this storm?”

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