My headphones covered my ears and effectively screened all of my calls <br />Answering instead all questions as to Mick Jagger’s longevity and fame <br />I was drinking up the sunshine and tomato juice cocktail simultaneously <br />Though one required wearing dark glasses and the other only a plastic cup <br />Canadian Geese were flying south from the Hamptons and stopped for a moment <br />To cackle a bit about the heavy air traffic and lengthy layovers in Atlanta <br />My wife called and the phone, knowing I wasn't listening, it's face lighted up and shouted a loud ring <br />I better take her call or it would prematurely call for an execution date to be set <br />And I wanted to at least live until next Sunday <br />Besides, she was frying fresh catfish for dinner <br />And I wasn’t about to make it my last meal as it always gives me <br />A bad case of indigestion…<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/catfish-was-raised-on-a-farm-but-won-t-milk-the-cow-pt-in-a-series-of-poems-leading-to-my-death/
