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The Poem
Dringol and Drangol
Went for a dangle,
To dangle their rods in a pond.
To catch some fish is their intent,
To catch some fish they were hell bent,
To catch them together was their bond.
Dringol and Drangol,
Whilst having their dangle,
Something pulled at their rod,
'Lets heave it up.' Said Dringol to Drangol,
'Perhaps it will be a cod.'
'It won't be a cod.'
Said Drangol to Dringol.
'They don't live around here.'
'It can't be a cod, I'm sorry to harp.'
'But it could be a very big carp.'
Dringol and Drangol
Reeled in their line,
Each were saying
'It's mine. It's mine.'
As they pulled, the line got taught.
'Let us see what we have caught.'
When at last it came into view,
They both fell back with an enormous phew!
It wasn't a fish that had been caught.
Not to expect was what they were taught,
Because all they got was a rotten old shoe.
Credits and Copyright
Copyright Richard Pierson.
Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental
This poem cannot be reproduced in part or whole without express written permission from the author's Estate.
About the Author
Richard Pierson born 1949, died November 2002.
He loved to tinker with words in his spare time, and always wanted his writings to bring a smile.
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