It's great ta be fishin' down Tunder Bay way were da lake trouts is bigger dan me Dere be more fish in dere dan da hairs on a bear Baits yer hook hid bahind a pine tree.
Dere's some so darn big when day jumps in de air and leaps at my bits a salami Dat when dey falls back on der backs with a whack tips me boat in the swirlin tsunami
Just one a doze fish feeds da camp fer a week Dat's why only one of us fishez Den we sits roun da fire an sucks on da suds and we use paper plates fer da dishes.
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
If you know my countrymen from down Nova Scotia way,you will know they have an accent and way of speaking entirely their own.I love them dearly,and dedicate this wee poem to them." Day may be de only ones dat understands it" Hee Hee !
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I hope it brought a smile.