The Lie

When we hairy legged fly-fishers announce to our sweethearts we're going a-fishin' and she gives that "ahem...", then we better be prepared to come home with some dog-gone good fishing stories that don't sound too fishy... much like this one.

The Lie

I cast my fly into a lie

hoping for a trout to vie,

But...no trout there...I give a sigh.

To another lie I cast my fly

hoping for a trout to vie,

But...no trout there...and another sigh.

For a trout to vie

I cast my fly to yet another lie,

But...no trout there, and one more sigh.

I spool up, go home to my wife.

She asks, "Did you cast your fly into a lie

hoping for a trout to vie?"

I say, "Yes my dear, I cast my fly into a lie

hoping for a trout to vie,

and... I... did... not sigh!

For in the lie I cast my fly,

I found forty trout that wished to vie.

I just told my wife a big fat lie.

Barry