'TWAS THE MORNING AFTER CHRISTMAS
'Twas the morning after Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The fishing rods and tackle put by the door with great care,
In hopes that calm seas would soon would be there;
The family was nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of marlin and wahoo danced in my head.
And I’m dressed in my fishing gear and pulling on my cap,
Had just settled down for a drink of water from the tap,
When out on the bayou there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the blinds and threw up the sash.
The water was aglow from the new rising sun
Awakening the bayou to the coming day of fun,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a fishing boat, with 4 fisherman drinking beer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Captain Slick.
More rapid than dolphins his engines they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, HONDA! now, YAMAHA! now, SUZUKI and MERCURY!
On, HONDA! on YAMAHA! on, SUZUKI and MERCURY!
To the end of the bayou! Thru the bay and thru the cut’s walls!
Now splash away! splash away! splash away all!"
As the churning engines let the emerald green waters fly,
When the spinning props meet the water, the water mounts to the sky,
So out to the Spur and the weed lines the eager fisherman flew,
With the boat full of bait, snacks, and cold beers too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard the captain say
Time to start fishing and let’s hope for a great day.
As I drew in my rod n reel, and was turning around,
Down the ladder the captain came with a single bound.
He was dressed all in performance wear, from head to his toe,
And across the deck he flew and then straight down below;
A bundle of fish lures he had flung on his back,
And back up the stairs like a peddler carrying his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose was so hairy!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Tied all the lures and set the lines too; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, a giant blue marlin rose;
We sprang to our feet, as he gave our team his wish,
And away we all flew with dreams of catching that big fish.
But I heard him exclaim, as the marlin was reeled into sight,
HAPPY FISHING TO ALL, AND KEEP YOUR LINES TIGHT!