The Happy Angler Poem by Charles M Moore

The happy angler one day thought
I think I'll get my rod
and go down to estuary
and get myself a cod

He rose around five thirty
the sky was looking good
his dear old wife was up all night
sorting out his food

He set off as the sun came up
down to his favourite spot
just inside the estuary
between the dunes and rocks

He perched himself quite neatly
as he made his first big cast
then sat and dreamed of what might be
a cod he hoped at last

He watched the sea, He watched the clouds
and he whistled his favourite song
he changed his bait and tried some flies
determined to go on

The sun went past, the wind did blast
the rain came tumbling down
the happy angler still stood fast
but little could be found

At last he thought I should go home
it's been a perfect day
I've tried my best that's no defeat
and one did get away.