Fisherman's Friend - Poem by Frank Freimuth
They'd sailed for an hour, maybe for two,
the fisherman and his friend,
when a storm arose, as bad as hell,
the ship swaying to and fro.
Then a huge wave came, born by the storm,
and the fisherman went by the board.
He cried and struggled, lost in the sea
as in a puddle struggles the worm.
Oh, my dearest mate, please help me fast,
lest my fucking life here ends!
The friend ran away and came back at last -
bringing fishermen's friends.
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