Barbel Alley Blues

Come on you leviathans of the deep,
Come and get your luncheon meat,
Caught twix hellish mud and high (rain)water,
And Severn Barbel who give no quarter,
Fishermen kings are we despite,
Sitting soaked all day without a bite,
Ground Baiting sweet corn, Hallibut and hemp,
I've sacked my Fishermans Friend called Kemp!

Postscript: I did forgive him, because he introduced me to The Boat Inn in Jackford, where the historic river flood levels painted on the door say it all.