Come on you leviathans of the deep,
Come and get your luncheon meat,
Caught twix hellish mud and high (rain)water,
And Severn who give no quarter,
Fishermen kings are we despite,
Sitting soaked all day without a bite,
Ground Baiting sweet corn, Hallibut and hemp,
I've sacked my Fishermans Friend called Kemp!
YOU ARE READING
Barbel Alley Blues
PoezieStarting 5th March 2012 and running for 365 consequetive entries (and beyond this with occassional posts) Ian Banks posted a daily photo journal blog via his Atoll Blipfoto portal. Photos were taken on his increasingly ratty old iPhone 4S and storie...
