The Gassy Fisherman
Here I sit broken hearted.
Came to fish but only farted.
Finally I caught a few bass.
Ripping a crankbait through the grass.
An hour later I decided I would head on in.
My stomach was gurgling and I didn't dare break wind again.
Reached the launch and trailered my boat.
Then i loaded my rods and my lure filled tote.
While driving home I decided to take a chance.
I thought it was a fart, but I crapped my pants.
©Raider Nation Fisher 2014