My love for fishing only comes to show when it’s sunny
I grab a pole and a can of warms on the go
If I could fishing is where I’d be from dawn to dusk
Excitement is in the air when I feel a tug
Out pops my pride
And my hearts desire
Gut it clean it
Here I go again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol this so cute..bite dust guys, here goes a fisherman! ! oops fisher-wo-man, nice one miss word