Inspired by the phrase : ‘A Chat- Up Line’
With apologies to Izaak Walton…
Some Booby Nymphs met two Woolly Buggers,
who threw out some Gold Nugget lures to them,
thinking they were Pale Evening Emergers,
ready for the Down ‘n Dirty Fiery.
Hey, Damsel Wiggle Nymphs! Rise to our bait!
Black Suspender Nymphs-you with the Pearl Butts!
But the Kick Ass damsels merely replied:
You think you are Irresistible Adams;
we are not interested in tackle.
We are not attracted by Double Humpy.
We don’t want to get into Deep Water
and especially not with Green-Arsed Wickhams.
Rat-faced McDougal there could lose Half Stone.
He wouldn’t know a Sofa Pillow from
his Tup’s Indispensible and talks Tosh.
I’d clearly prefer a Green Highlander
to a Flash Charlie with a Zonker.
You haven’t got a Grey Ghost of a Chance.
My boyfriend ain’t no Leckford Professor
but you are a Moose Turd compared to him.
I’m a Redhead Buzzer and my pal here
will confirm that I am called Red Diva,
so there’s no use in saying, Baby Doll,
do you fancy a Whisky then in Bradford?
You are out of your depth- we’re World Class Flies.
But the Spin Doctor, full of Blue Charm, said:
No, I’d have to be on Chartreuse Poppers
to take on a Little Devil like you.
My mate here is a Black Bullet Conehead,
so you’d better shut your Grizzly Hot Lips.
You might be a Beaded Belly temptress,
but, up close, I see you are wearing Spandex.
I will get my Missionary elsewhere
and doubtless before Moonlight Shadows fall.
Good luck, Dirty Egg-Sucking Dogs!
Cast off! We don’t need no Psycho Princes!