But I Caught Nine Poem by Phil Smith

She slammed the door
I'd heard it before
Every month she is cranky
This is that time

She'll be back
After a cuppa with mum
A wonderful woman
The peacemaker

I'd been fishing
They were biting
So I stayed a bit longer
I guess too long

But Honey I caught nine
You said you'd be home at one
I planned things for us
Now you ruined it

Calm down Honey
The World didn't end
You wouldn't have noticed
Too busy fishing and drinking

When are you going to mow
That jungle out the front
I'm so sick of it
It's fishing or bloody footy

Off she went in a huff
I'd mowed that morning
So I gutted the fish
Watched footy on TV