Santiago set out to catch some fish,
He sailed out further, then had his want
And waited patiently with the prayer and wish
With the remorseless lament.
For awhile the boy, Malolin
Joined this ole man, to learn fishing
But the old man was, so dreary and weak
Weak enough, to let go months resting.
Manolin was a a fair young kid,
A kid of twelve or more
Santiago was an old man,
A man of eighty four!
The boy got annoyed,
And decided to leave
Thinking the old man,
Was disgruntled to perceive.
But one fine day, when the sun smiled at this case
The old man tried to set off his dismay
He thought to go fishing & get his bait
Like he did so happily, in his boyhood days!
He set out, set again and caught some fish
He sailed out further, and had his want.
He saw a birdie, leading him to sea
He caught more tuna, and one bigger fish that fullfilled his want.
He relished the tunas, the sea offered as gift
He loved how yummy, yummy it looked.
But hardly noticed the deep line,
the bigger fish had something big on it, that may further get him hooked.
He used a small line,
To snug a dolphin.
That had in it two small fish
They hid it it, Shining and smiling.
He fought his need for sleep and fatigue,
Of constantly keeping hold of line
Before he saw the bigger fish,
Suddenly circling his boat's outline.
He assumed the fish's weight to be twice of his boat
He stabbed the fish with a masterstroke.
He used his hope to the utmost
Tied the fish to a side of his boat,somewhere thinking to take it to shore.
He let the current have him whole,
Fearing the sharks might sniff
Sniff the blood off the big fish,
In some hours or just a jiff.
The first shark took the hefty bite,
Before he got stabbed by Santiago's harpoon,
The second one took just a quarter bite,
But before these two got dead soon, they took with em the half harpoon.
The old man fashioned a yet new harpoon,
Fixing the knife to an oak stick,
He used it then for the sharks to come,
But , oh! It split on a new shark's skull click.
He fought, and fought, but oh, at last,
The old man won, with the major loss
He returned to the shore in moonlit night,
& Found the fish just had a residual skeletal mass.
He reached the shore, with tears of remorse
Oh, how bravely did the old man fought!
Though it was a ' Victorious loss'
He thought while dragging the mast to shore while Monolin came running, discussing how he fought.
The boy smiled at the bravery, the old man showed,
He smiled at the old man like he saw a hero,
He hugged him tight, & smiled in delight
And called Santiago, 'His brave hero'!
And so you see , this sad story
Ends
Santiago tried to help himself,
But he needed the help of his
Friend,
To provide him with some worldly wealth.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
Santiago set out to catch some fish,
He sailed out further, then had his want
And waited patiently with the prayer and wish
With the remorseless lament.
For awhile the boy, Malolin
Joined this ole man, to learn fishing
But the old man was, so dreary and weak
Weak enough, to let go months resting.
Manolin was a a fair young kid,
A kid of twelve or more
Santiago was an old man,
A man of eighty four!
The boy got annoyed,
And decided to leave
Thinking the old man,
Was disgruntled to perceive.
But one fine day, when the sun smiled at this case
The old man tried to set off his dismay
He thought to go fishing & get his bait
Like he did so happily, in his boyhood days!
He set out, set again and caught some fish
He sailed out further, and had his want.
He saw a birdie, leading him to sea
He caught more tuna, and one bigger fish that fullfilled his want.
He relished the tunas, the sea offered as gift
He loved how yummy, yummy it looked.
But hardly noticed the deep line,
the bigger fish had something big on it, that may further get him hooked.
He used a small line,
To snug a dolphin.
That had in it two small fish
They hid it it, Shining and smiling.
He fought his need for sleep and fatigue,
Of constantly keeping hold of line
Before he saw the bigger fish,
Suddenly circling his boat's outline.
He assumed the fish's weight to be twice of his boat
He stabbed the fish with a masterstroke.
He used his hope to the utmost
Tied the fish to a side of his boat,somewhere thinking to take it to shore.
He let the current have him whole,
Fearing the sharks might sniff
Sniff the blood off the big fish,
In some hours or just a jiff.
The first shark took the hefty bite,
Before he got stabbed by Santiago's harpoon,
The second one took just a quarter bite,
But before these two got dead soon, they took with em the half harpoon.
The old man fashioned a yet new harpoon,
Fixing the knife to an oak stick,
He used it then for the sharks to come,
But , oh! It split on a new shark's skull click.
He fought, and fought, but oh, at last,
The old man won, with the major loss
He returned to the shore in moonlit night,
& Found the fish just had a residual skeletal mass.
He reached the shore, with tears of remorse
Oh, how bravely did the old man fought!
Though it was a ' Victorious loss'
He thought while dragging the mast to shore while Monolin came running, discussing how he fought.
The boy smiled at the bravery, the old man showed,
He smiled at the old man like he saw a hero,
He hugged him tight, & smiled in delight
And called Santiago, 'His brave hero'!
And so you see , this sad story
Ends
Santiago tried to help himself,
But he needed the help of his
Friend,
To provide him with some worldly wealth.
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