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THE FISHING TRIP

This tale of two sergeants, is a tale full of woe,

To the R.C.M.P. derby, both were to go.

They loaded their camper, with all of their gear,

Then set off for Gibson's, full of good cheer.

But a wrong turn was made, before boarding their ship,

A turn that would make this, a very long trip.

It seems that instead of a jaunt up the coast,

This voyage was taking, much longer than most.

Halfway to Nanaimo, they realized their mistake,

They were on the wrong ferry, a lot was at stake.

So up to the bridge, the Captain to meet,

Both ran in a rush, of fast flying feet.

His sympathy won, he informed his first mate,

How our two smiling Sergeants, had made a mistake,

So both settled down, for the free return trip,

And sighed with relief at the Horseshoe Bay slip.

So now they moved over, to the right ferry boat,

Then headed for Gibson's, their spirits afloat.

For they had decided, to win the contest,

And bring in a fish, which was sure to be best.

But alas, the gods smiled not, on the two fishermen,

Not one single fish, could either bring in.

To make matters worse, their secret was out,

But their names I won't give, they know who its about.

Finally guys, just a word of advice,

Reading the sign posts, sure would be nice.

A way to avoid your showing up late,

And also avoiding, a poetic fate.

PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 870310 (35)