Ear Rings by Mike Cotter

As I walked along the river bank, my fly rod in hand

I saw a fellow fisherman his rod lay on the ground,

He held hid head in anguish, his mouth was all agape,

He's lost a real big fish, thought I

To make him act this way

As I approached this tragic Scene

The reason came quite clear

He had a Royal Coachman embedded in his ear.

I offered my assistance, he gratefully said "Please"

And so between the two of us the hook came out with ease.

He thanked me and off I went along the river side

And then I heard a mighty roar,

*#*&$; Oh not again *#*&$: he cried

He's impailed himself again I thought as I turned around again

He really love's fly fishing to go through all that pain.

So next time your in a fly shop and an earring you espy,

Go take a closer look, prepare to be suprised

It may not be the latest from Paris or whatever,

but instead, a Muddler Minnow without the fur and feather.