I couldn't resist putting this ol'story in poetic form for enjoyment

Fishy Fishing
Honey the Boss just offered me a free weeks fishing, with him, at Lake Mead,
But I have to leave this evening so please pack up what I’ll need,

My best fishing pole , clothes for a week and my favorite tackle box,
Include my comfy silk pajamas, the bed there’s like a rock,

The wife inquiring said, ‘”Didn’t your firm take on new secretaries just this passing week?
Yes we did, but they need lots of training to operate at their peak,

Boss says that’ll be my job when I can get back,
Hon I have to hurry , will you please fix up my pack?

Yeah, I’ll have it ready with everything you said,,
Wish that I could go along , but I’ve got kids instead,

I do too Hon but you don’t really like to fish
And you know me and fishing they’re my favorite dish,

The week was over and she said, ‘How was the fishing dear?
Oh it was great, with every catch, , I toasted with a beer,

There’s just one thing though that really hurt me some ,
You didn’t pack my silk pajamas; I wondered just how come ?

I searched through all my under ware, my under shirts and sox.
She sweetly said , “Why Darling, I packed them in your tackle box!”
Uuh ooh !!!