Sir Isaac Phishernife
by Headley Hauser
Sir Isaac Phishernife
Had but one goal in life
Which was fine with his wife
She was not one for strife
Though a very small lad
He heard from his dad
There was much to be had
So he should be glad
Though he would prefer
To seek possion du jour
He put away line and lure
And to his duty made sure
As a young squire
He was urged by his sire
To seek and acquire
More knightly attire
While still a young knight
He was sent out to fight
Any monster or blight
That was fearsome of sight
When the peers did accord
To make him a lord
He gave out from his hoard
Gifts he could not afford
As an earl of the realm
Wearing buckler and helm
He did host the Duke Ghelm
Though the costs overwhelm
When a Duke he was made
To the king he was bade
And before him were laid
Tasks that made him afraid
And then he was prince
No more need to wear chinz
There were whispers and hints
He’d be king not long since
And then golden plate
They did lay on his pate
But he took hold of his fate
"I now abdicate!"
He declared with a jeer
I’ll not be king, duke or peer
But by stream, lake or mere
I will set down my rear
And my tasks now shall be
To lean back on a tree
And with lure, worm or bee
Try to catch two or three
So Sir Isaac and Maam
Live and fish by the dam
And if no fish nearby swam?
They just bake a nice ham
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