After a busy summer

 the girls finally caught their breath

 and went down to the pond to fish.

 There, they swear, was George

who they’ve caught every year.

  This time he flashed a shiny fin

and swam off with a great big grin.

“He must have learned

not to take the bait,” the younger sister said.

The older nodded sagely, her face aglow,

“Unlike some presidential candidates we know.”

                                                                                               JDG