Fishing on Fish Quay

Angling for an opening,
Casting about
For a date.
Hoping to catch
the one that got away.

Lining the walls
Of the clubs,
and the halls,
A lure for the one
Who wont get away.

Patience and beer,
Long night in store,
Come on, little fishy
Fall for my line,
And you wont get away.