Santa was walking through Rose Garden in Chandigarh and was astonished to see an old man, fishing rod in hand, fishing over a beautiful bed of red roses. 'Tsk Tsk! ' said Santa to himself. 'What a sad sight. That poor old man is fishing over a bed of flowers. I'll see if I can help.' <br />So he walked up to the old man and asked, 'What are you doing, my friend? ' <br />'Fishing, sir.' <br />'Fishing, well how would you like to come have a drink with me? ' <br />The old man stood put his rod away and followed the kind stranger to the corner bar. He ordered a large glass of Scotch, snacks and a fine cigar. <br />Santa felt good about helping the old man, and he asked, 'Tell me, old friend, how many did you catch today? ' <br />The old fellow took a long drag on the cigar, blew a careful smoke ring and replied, 'You are the fourth today, sir! '<br /><br />Edwin Drood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fishing-a-funny-story/
