Fredrik
Flax
Fish climb up the netTo revenge the sea lionessThe fisherman up on the deckA wrinkled turtleneck disappearsIn a cloud of smellA little fear on a sea shellAll the water here will standAll their umbrellas are brokenAll their castles made of sandYour fish belong in the openA bathysphereAn abandoned yawlA leak in hellAnd a body fallsOverboard.
From Letras Mania