In his boat he’d been fishing all day, / facing gale winds, high seas, and salt spray. / But his small, paltry catch / couldn’t come close to match / what he saw at the beach on display. /// The waves, with a hurricane roar / had beached hundreds of fish on the shore. / By a cruel twist of fate / his day’s haul looked like bait, / and that’s when, like a sailor, he swore.
In his boat he’d been fishing all day, / facing gale winds, high seas, and salt spray. / But his small, paltry catch / couldn’t come close to match / what he saw at the beach on display. /// The waves, with a hurricane roar / had beached hundreds of fish on the shore. / By a cruel twist of fate / his day’s haul looked like bait, / and that’s when, like a sailor, he swore.