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  Jonah - a funny fishing poem by Australian poet Graeme King - funny poems, sad poems, serious poems and romantic poems. Poems for children, nature poems and environment poems, flash poetry, fantasy poems, funny limericks and more ©kingpoetry2007.
 

JONAH

(TO THE TUNE OF BENNY HILL'S "ERNIE")

 

You can hear the motor fart as he tries to make it start,

And the carbon on the spark plugs would go right to your heart,

Then he tries to find the channel, goin' fishin for the day

They called him Jonah, and he ran the roughest rig on Moreton Bay.

 

'Twas a fifteen-footer runabout, he called it "Cindy Lee"

With a fifty Merc upon the back for all the world to see,

He said: "I do things twice as good, no-one can call me slack,

I've got a silver anchor up the front and a black one up the back!"

They called him Jonah (Jonah) and he ran the roughest rig on Moreton Bay.

 

He launched one day at Manly, and the wind was rather strong,

But something nagged in Jonah's mind, he knew something was wrong;

And as the boat filled up with water, it made him quickly think:

"If I don't put the bungs in, the boat'll probably sink!"

They called him Jonah (Jonah) and he ran the roughest rig on Moreton Bay.

 

"This boat is far too small," he said, as they jumped a five-foot swell,

"My son sleeps in the tackle box and my wife's in the anchor well;

I want a boat with lots of room and a double sleeping bunk

All I have to do is find someone to buy this heap of junk."

They called him Jonah (Jonah) and he ran the roughest rig on Moreton Bay.

 

So he bought a big half-cabin, and said a prayer of thanks,

“At least this great-big depth sounder should keep me off sand banks,”

Then someone asked him how he slept, and Jonah said “Alas!

To run that giant Merc I keep the cabin full of gas!”

The called him Jonah (Jonah) and he ran the roughest rig on Moreton Bay.

 

One day he was in trouble, but knew just what to do:

“I’ll call in Air Sea Rescue, at VN4PQ!”

But as he sat there wondering which frequency to use,

Well it didn’t really matter ‘cos the thing had blown a fuse.

They called him Jonah (Jonah) and he ran the roughest rig on Moreton Bay.

 

So if you’re out in Moreton Bay, you watch out for his boat,

Don’t follow him down a channel, if you want to stay afloat;

You could end up like his ladder, or his rod and reel one day,

Or all of Jonah’s other gear, in the depths of Moreton Bay.

 

Now I don’t want to mozz the bloke, and I know he won’t resent

This little song about the problems of our president;

But stay well clear of Cindy Lee and you won’t come to grief,

Or end up on the bottom at the place called “Jonah’s Reef!”

They called him Jonah (Jonah) and he ran the roughest rig on Moreton Bay!

 

(This was actually about my brother, Les, who was president of Logan City Social Fishing Club at the time, and is basically a true story!)

 

 

Original pictures by Graeme King ©Kingpoetry2007  BACK to TOP

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