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.