Fishing With Our Dad

Sitting by the water As ripples, ripples form; Stare at my bobber As it rocks, rocks back and forth I tell my Sis to pass the Cheetos As I swat away mosquitoes; Dad picks up the tackle box Let’s go try another spot My hook holds on to a rock So I tug, tug and yank; I warn my sister by the dock Stay away, stay away from the bank Hey Dad, can we swap? He rolls his eyes, thanks a lot! He tries different angles And gets my line untangled I throw out my line And reel, reel in; We sweat like swine Wanna dive, dive in The bugs seem to hydroplane I feel a cold drop of rain Fish splash to the surface Do they ignore my bait on purpose?