My Fishing Trip by Lily Bradley

I went fishing with my dad

He’s a good old lad,

not too sad

I think we waited for a day

Was it even still May?

The time was still ticking

But the fish were not sticking

Suddenly my rod started to shake

It wiggled and waggled like a snake

Could it be a shark

Maybe an undiscovered nark

I finally reeled it in

It was huge with its big tooth and fin

We had to get home so we started to row

For I had caught a minnow