Write a sonnet poem about fishing

"Bold" was all I could think about his plan

To just go fishing and not go to school

Brilliant was what it was - on or off hand -

All who saw it that day thought it was cool

Worms was what was lacking - and that was all

So I dug around until bait was had

Slimy things fishing worms, just a gross ball,

But it's a thing for bringing fish to hand

So slipping out a school room door that day-

Two boys, a can of worms, a fishing plan -

Until Mrs Smith then caught on to our play

And stuck a hand into our wormy can

Sounds that I did not know  - but did Mrs Smith

Still may stay in that school room air forthwith

Explanation:

when it comes to fishing im having fun

little fish big fish there on a run

when i catch them i am eating good tonight

they are really good for me tonight

fishing with family is nice and cool

too bad later ill have to go to school

when i fish i am calm in cool

waiting for the little fishy crew.

i have no idea what i wrote but its something

explanation:

what doin

you can infer that to folke dude was spying for allied nations