Is this a fishy tail?

Question

This is something that just came to mind and not much thought has been given to its setting out. It is a sort of quicky, but maybe you will find it amusing.

Wading for Sticklebacks down in the cut,

catching Minnows and Tadpoles and the odd Daddyrough.

Allotments to the left of me, the boating pool to my right,

dad fishing at the spot where he sank burley the previous night.

Catching the biggest fish that ever swam in that pool,

they drank to his name, sitting at his favored barstool

at the Sherwood pub, just up from the Dingles.

Oh the thought of that grand catch sets my heart to tingles.

I do not know if the local kids fish the cut near the pool,

I still do, but then I'm a silly, always remembering old fool.

I just hope and pray that when I die at aged 97,

I can catch Sticklebacks in a river somewhere in heaven.

Catching fish up in heaven, I believe is no lie,

and all the Roughs I save in my jam jar will never ever die.

But will grow into whoppers bigger than me, a lad,

perhaps to be caught again by someone like my old dad.

There will be no charge to fish up there out of dad's pay,

it would all be free, and he could fish there all day.

No bottom to burley on the previous night,

"Pull me in pop" the fish would gurgle, "I'm holding on tight".

Oh the time my dear dai would have with his old fishing line,

a pulling in whoppers time after time.

What lovely hours he would have fishing in heaven,

I would be there with him at the ripe old age of 97.

You think this a fishy story do you my friend,

well you just wait till you die and to heaven they send.

You and your disbelieving ways thinking heaven to flail,

you will find out that this is no fisherman's tail.

There are fish in heaven and my dad will be there,

and he will pull in the whoppers and all catches fair.

He will talk to them saying "Fish you are a great mate,

no way will you finish up on tonights dinner plate".

His fishing all done off he would go with rod over shoulder,

a smile on his face his stride longer and much bolder.

And I will shout "Well done dad, you're a topper,

for you caught the biggest fish heaven had to offer".

Epilogue

And the fish did speak to dad `Great catch Stan for I am a loner,

it was me who swallowed poor old stubborn Jonah.

Now Stan show me that chap who thinks these are all tales,

and I'll show him that heaven really does have WHALES".

Answer 1

It was a really nice read, I didn't really pay any mind to the fact it may needs some fixes here and there, the story itself transcended all of that. I really enjoyed it

I have a piece of work up, I would appreciate your input

Answer 2

I've been asked by little children holding their pets. Will there be dogs in heaven? While I smiled and thought quickly I said. Yes, dear, if that will make you happy. I've even wrote about the whale that swallowed Jonah, but I've never thought about fishing in heaven. A new one on me. I really enjoyed it. I think this poem has the possibility of adding others to the list that otherwise hadn't planed to go there.  

Answer 3

you sir are a completely wonderful angler!

you had me hooked after the first line!

Answer 4

Now, you made me cry!  I caught my first fish at the age of 3 with my father's help. About a month after he passed on, I dreamed (had a vision?) of him fishing in hip boots in the Atlantic Ocean. I tried to get to him, but there was an invisible wall I could not penetrate.

This poem is elegantly humo(u)rous.