They went fishing in Phil’s fishing boat
To a part of the ocean remote
George, Richard and Phil
Just out for the thrill
Of catching a marlin and gloat
It didn’t take long when the line
Began to pull hard in the brine.
Pull the big critter close
Shoot its head, that’s just gross
And bring ‘er on in by design
Each guy had his specified duty
For seizing the sizeable beauty
George had the gun
Which left Phil undone
Thinking he’d shoot the line, not the booty.
So Phil took the gun and took aim
At the brain of the beautiful game
With rigor and vigor
Cocksure, pulled the trigger
Shot the line clean through, what a shame.
Quite relieved, the fish swam away.
The guys quite downhearted all day
Except for dear Phil
Who was madder than hell
Wishing he had let George slay the prey.
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