[Portage, September 1,
Such a well-meaning gent, we all know
You want just the best wherever you go,
Not your fault a fecal cloud hovers low,
Dumping caca on grand plans wherever
You go, but Joe you gotta consider
How we anglers feel, we love bad weather
The worse the better, when we go chase steel,
As long as you’re here the rain pounds down
Down, down, forcing gigantic fresh steelhead
To practically jump up onto the ground.
By contrast your reputation we know,
For fancy parties plein air where ladies
strut neufy duds and those expensive doos
crushed by your karma with no ado
curl their moneyed eyes and scowl at you.
Being here there will never be such fuss,
You may be fabled for being unable
To bring luck to most peoples’ table
But if you keep the rain around here
You’re always welcome, your presence dear.