An angling widow

He's off on another fishing trip,
and dressed up to the nines,
with bib and brace and wader boots,
and rods and reels and lines.

He's loaded down with everything,
that he thinks he could possibly need,
not forgetting all of his bait,
he hopes the fish will feed.

Bread punch, cheese, banana boilies,
maggots and sweet corn too,
he hopes that his bladder will last out,
and he won't have to rush for a loo!

All of his tackle is ready,
his wagglers are all set to go,
he has read up the technique in the Angling Press,
and absorbed all that he needs to know.

It is really relaxing and quiet,
he is all alone to ponder his thoughts,
just how will he explain,to her indoors,
he's not going home, until he's caught.

So spare a thought, to all the angling wives,
who sit at home all on their own,
as he's not spending money, down in the pub,
I suppose we all should not moan.