Clancy, my Fictitious friend.
C. J. Black©β 4 of 13.
My-self and Fictitious Clancy had arranged for our day out
We got the loan of a fishing boat we were going fishing for some trout
One of Fic’s famous sayings is – the key is not to panic
But when the fishing boat sprung a leak you’d swear it was the Titanic
The funny thing about it all we were still practically on dry land
We had just unhooked, had crossed a rivulet and were pulling it across the sand.
So ended our voyage out to sea for which I silently gave praise
I may show bravery on the outside – you don’t really want to know what my inner self displays
I guess Fic suspects but never will pass a remark of any sort
For I guess he knows I am aware of his fear of flying but I never would retort
Anyway we hooked up the boat and returned it to its birth
And adjourned to the nearest bar and this story he poured forth
I knew when he winked at me and I saw this smirk
That I was just to sit back and watch the master at his work
Well he told the few who sat around the bar of the struggle that he had
In trying to land this fish, I tell you I was glad
That all I had to do was agree by giving him the confident nod
It was all a fishy story, in fact it was all a cod
The lads around the bar were intrigued the more they drank
I don’t think they would have blinked an eye if Fic told them the boat had sunk.
Another day of adventure with our friend Fictitious Clancy and our infamous boat trip
We finished our drinks and both agreed it was time for a ray and chip
So from my-self and Fictitious Clancy until we meet again
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