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Hello, and welcome to the newly restored canal,
Its around six feet deep and 11 metres wide.
Heyup! Theers Barry fishing, and Bill anorl,
Sat exactly opposite,on the other side.
Barry’s pole is eleven metres long,
He’s fishing right underneath Bill’s feet.
Bill’s pole is eleven metres long,
His float is partly hidden, under Barry’s seat.
“A tha dooin’ ‘owt, Barry?”----“Floats gone under a few times
Burra keep missin’em,on accarnt o’ this stiff breeze”
“Worrabart thee, Bill--- aztha caught ‘owt?”
“No, same azzim! It’s this wind, tha sees!”
“Owd Barry’s got wind behind him,
And hiz chuckin’ his maggots orlovver the place,
Last lot went in mi snap, in mi hair,
Anner a grett dollop of grarndbait in mi face!”
“Tha should see Bill wi’his catapult, just ‘cos he’s aggenst wind,
Maggot missiles flyin’ ovver mi ‘ead, it's not much fun,
Its like sittin’ opposite some idiot let loose,
Wi’ a blinkin’ twelve bore shotgun!”
“Nar then, Barry. It dunt happen very often,
Burra think av cumup wi’ a brilliant idea.
Why dunt tha use just end bit of thi pole,
And fish near thi feet, just ‘ere?”
“Aniff Bill did the same at his end,
Dropped his tackle in where thar fishin’ nar
You’d both be better off, wi’ more control,
And, you wunt have to chuck your bait in so far!”
“Far off and fine. It's the golden rule of fishin’,
Tha talkin’ to someone who’s a master of his craft!
I’ve nowt aggenst thee, Johnny,
But, bugger off if tha gunner talk daft!!”
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