By the river, the fisherman stands tall,
Casting his line, giving his all.
With patience and hope, he waits for a bite,
Under the sun, shining so bright.
The water ripples, a tug on his line,
Excitement grows, feeling so fine.
He reels it in, with a grin so wide,
A fish gleams, dancing with pride.
But as the day ends, with joy in his chest,
He realizes he forgot his fishing vest!
With laughter and chuckles, as the story goes,
Next time, he'll remember, from his head to his toes!
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