need a poem for a naughrty fisherman?

Question

i need a poem for a naughty fisherman from up north who said he would come and see me, when he got back from being on a boat for 11 days, but he got to drunk and never bo0thered

Answer 1

when I roam the seven seas
Writing letters of love
tying them to seagulls feet
Carry the message to my land-locked lover please

Stormy weather and white foam
Riding the crest of blue bone
Arguments aren't won with the sea
My earthly girl waits in the fisherman's village for me

Land HO!
So let's celebrate
Drink rum and gin
till it inebriates

Foggy vision through thick head
I see land's fuzzy outline
As I lift my head from the deck
Let's go ashore and party some more

I drank till we melted with the scenary
And smelled like an exploded distillery
My watch melted off my left hand
Now you're pissed, I knew you'd not understand why I'm late.

When I roam the seven seas
at every port a new catch
What do you expect me to do
I am just a weak man and that's the truth...

I am bringing you shells from distant shores
and pearls from the ocean's floor
Soon I will be knocking at your front door...
But first I must hit that liquor store.

Answer 2

fisherman.. fisherman, i bet your a good kisser man.
oh how i wish you knew i was a big fan
and i would like to cook fish for you on my pan
and maybe we could live in a van
and have kids and name them estevan
oh that idea sounds grand
maybe we can create our own band
and every one will wear rubberbands
on their hands
and it will be cool.
dont be a fool
i am the girl for you
you have no clue
your distance brings me the blues
and yes i do have a stick of glue
to cut my heart out and stick it on you.

i love you fisherman

Answer 3

Naughty naughty fisherman
11 days out and back again
I'll come see you when I'm through
These words spoken never true
I bet Kathy screamed and hollered because he got drunk and never bothered.

Answer 4

robert, robert, ROBERT

Wallowing in this bloody sty,
I cast for fish that pleased my eye
(Truly Jehovah's bow suspends
No pots of gold to weight its ends);
Only the blood-mouthed rainbow trout
Rose to my bait. They flopped about
My canvas creel until the moth
Corrupted its unstable cloth.

A calendar to tell the day;
A handkerchief to wave away
The gnats; a couch unstuffed with storm
Pouching a bottle in one arm;
A whiskey bottle full of worms;
And bedroom slacks: are these fit terms
To mete the worm whose molten rage
Boils in the belly of old age?

Once fishing was a rabbit's foot--
O wind blow cold, O wind blow hot,
Let suns stay in or suns step out:
Life danced a jig on the sperm-whale's spout--
The fisher's fluent and obscene
Catches kept his conscience clean.
Children, the raging memory drools
Over the glory of past pools.

Now the hot river, ebbing, hauls
Its bloody waters into holes;
A grain of sand inside my shoe
Mimics the moon that might undo
Man and Creation too; remorse,
Stinking, has puddled up its source;
Here tantrums thrash to a whale's rage.
This is the pot-hole of old age.

Is there no way to cast my hook
Out of this dynamited brook?
The Fisher's sons must cast about
When shallow waters peter out.
I will catch Christ with a greased worm,
And when the Prince of Darkness stalks
My bloodstream to its Stygian term . . .
On water the Man-Fisher walks.

Answer 5

Slap that salmon on the rear,
Why don't you check out my gear?

Net overboard to catch it all.
How about me, just down the hall.

Rocking on the Ocean till the break of dawn,
But baby, I got locomotion, turn my steam on!

Answer 6

Asea you were for 11 days at work
Returned and behold you're still a jerk
You could have come down to see ol' Kate
Instead I wonder if you are bunking your mate.

Answer 7

11 days at sea,and you did promise me That when you came ashore I would,nt have to wait anymore But some time has past Since i saw you last Why not give me a call,do it now dont stall---------------------------I wont wait much longer,this love,s not growing stronger---------So if soon i don,t have a kiss,this love you will miss That will be the end for me,you may as well spend all your time at sea

Answer 8

Scottish salmon where did you go?
You sowed your sperm upon my roe
You said you’d be back but you got drunk
You’ll sober up and find your ships been sunk

Answer 9

did you go to dover
and forget your sole
hope the trip was rough
and you needed a bowl
forgot about me
whilst sitting out at sea....
fishing....
ime wishing..
that youd fell down a great big hole !! lol xxx

Answer 10

Man Overboard

"I met you on a cruiser,
A fishing for a loser
"Aha!" you thought "I've found her!"
Too bad you were a flounder...

(And if you 'spect to find a mate'
You'd better use a better bait~!
Or it will be your sorry fate,
That you will naught but masturbate..............)