There once was a man
Who stayed up all night
Fishing for hope at the end of a string.
The man got a bite
And he reeled it in tight
To find the line had broke in the spring.
The night became day
With the Sun's painted display
And he started to head back home.
With a tackle at side
And a pale of dreams dried
Fishing wasn't for him anyway.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
There once was a man
Who stayed up all night
Fishing for hope at the end of a string.
The man got a bite
And he reeled it in tight
To find the line had broke in the spring.
The night became day
With the Sun's painted display
And he started to head back home.
With a tackle at side
And a pale of dreams dried
Fishing wasn't for him anyway.
