Fish Fry

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Fish Fry   The weekend is coming, Let's have a fish fry, Down to the lake cause fish we'll not buy. Make up our lures, and grab us some bait, We'll catch these here critters keeping hunger abate.   We pull the fish in till we have all we want. Plenty for friends but don't want to flaunt. The wind it came up while stashing our catch, So we start up the motor, and batten the hatch.   Head into the wind, but end up where we start. Seven miles down the lake and it's getting quite dark. Now the winds are a howling, and have to go far, Why do we slow going over the bar?   Slowly we struggle mile after mile, We'll junk this old scowl right into a pile. We're almost there, just inching along. Wishing like Hell the wind would be gone.   What can it be? The motor's brand new! Maybe we shouldn't have had that last brew. We're not the best weight team out  here on the lake, Cause we forgot to pull anchor and can't leave a wake.                                                    Linda LaRae Adsitt and Pard