Not a Nibble

On monday morning Joe went fishing,
And came back after tea,
Any luck? his mother asked.
Not a thing, said he.

He tried again on tuesday,
But not a fish was landed,
Feeling down Joe turned around,
And went home empty handed.

He fished on wednesday, thursday too,
On friday he got wet.
That’s five whole days I’ve fished moaned Joe,
And not a nibble yet.

Now I’m no expert, Joes' mum said,
But I think there’s something missing,
Don’t you need this fishing rod,
When you head out fishing?

©RS2012