The Winner Grinner Dinner

THE WINNER GRINNER DINNER

’Twas a night that I’ll remember

In the middle of November

When Andrew kindly asked us out to dinner

He said he’d cook the fish

His “Super-Special” dish

For luckily he’d caught a monstrous grinner.

Before the fish was dead

He’d gone and dyed it red

And scattered little blue spots all about

Although you’ll think I’m thick

I sure fell for his trick

And I must confess it looked just like a trout.

But the last trout Andrew landed

Was when Noah’s Ark was stranded

Somewhere up the top of Ararat

[Phantom’s caught a lot

On his secret Sunshine spot

A location that he keeps under his hat.]

Andrew,poor young cove

Blew up Donna’s stove

But barby’s good for grinner or for bass

Though the truth to you I’ll tell

They never work too well

When Andrew doesn’t fill them up with gas!

But happily to say

Donna saved the day

With creations she’d concocted – what a job!

And I really must confess

His trout was a success

Every bit was gobbled by the mob.

So it was a lovely dish

That orange speckled fish

And all the guests there claimed it was a winner

But Phantom has a doubt

[Which he’s loathe to speak about]

Was it really trout ,or was it a big grinner?

PHANTOM