The Dry Fly Fisherman. by Mike Speir (The Nymphing Maniac)

The dry fisherman is an awsome soul

He always has good line control

They never like to miss a hit

But when they do they swear a bit

Oh drat, oh blast, oh wingle wangle,

Now my leaders in a tangle

What is worse it's up a tree

and now my wife is calling me

She doesn't fish, she thinks it's stupid

Why, oh why do I call her cupid???!!!