On Monday,

I went fishing with

my dad.
 He caught
a big one, I was sad.
On Tuesday, we fished
a different spot.
He caught another
and I did not.
On Wednesday,
we fished
a different lake.
 The fish were
there for him to take.
 Thursday came
and we hit the river.
 He caught
five, I got a sliver.
 On Friday
I told him, I needed
a rest.
 He said, “Let’s go,
and give it your best.”
 Saturday came
and he caught more.
 I tried so hard,
my arms were sore.
 Sunday morning
we were there very fast.
I baited my hook
and made a cast.
 A tug on my line,
my reel was screaming.
 I caught a fish,
my eyes were gleaming.
When I got it to
the boat.
 We were
amazed to see.
The biggest fish in
the lake was
caught by me!