I learned to fish with fellows
who impressed themselves with lies.
Their tongues plumbed deeper
than the green reaches.
'Snatch, snatch, ' they advised, sucking roll-ups.
I snatched, and failed to snag a loose lipped shape.
'You missed a feckin' monster.
You'll never be a fisherman.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem