The man that liked to catch things
His hands were rough
His face was dark of complexion
He knew what kind people would like
He was amongst the sea during the day
At night amongst his friends
Eating peacefully AFTER an entire day of catching fish
His name is “Yiankos” the fisherman
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
The man that liked to catch things
His hands were rough
His face was dark of complexion
He knew what kind people would like
He was amongst the sea during the day
At night amongst his friends
Eating peacefully AFTER an entire day of catching fish
His name is “Yiankos” the fisherman
it is my first poem so i know this might not feel nice
