The sea rose, engulfing the boat.

Water pouring in, twas impossible to float.

Lightning pounding, thunder resounding,

The clouds came rolling in,

Like a field of wheat in the breeze.

Finally, it was time to begin.

I unrolled the nets, set out the floats,

Baited the trap, and then let go.

About this story I have wrote

To inform you, one who has found my boat,

That on this day, a small porpoise got trapped in my nets.

Going shrimping on this day is an action I regret.

No one should set out their nets.