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I never much liked going fishing

I never much liked going fishing

Published Mar 8, 2025 Updated May 5, 2025 Poetry and Songs
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I never much liked going fishing

I never much liked going fishing

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I never much liked going fishing

That was always your thing


Not mine


Your sons', your friends', even my brother’s

But I was always different


It took you long years to understand

Though I seemed to have taken quite a liking

In staying quiet and staying still

I did not appreciate holding the rod

Nor that smelly herring in the tin


Nor was I ever keen

To bash a fish’s head

On a wooden boat


That was always your end of the coat


Not mine


I've no great salmon story to boast

Never gave a single thrust

In the Scottish summer rains


And boy did I hate these dull weekends

We would spend at the river cabin

When it was always all about fishing

And then a pint of Guinness at the inn


I still resent

These muddy welly boots

And the soaking overalls

The boyi

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