Noodling
Find your favorite fishing spot
Stick your hand right on in
Over the creek or swamp we squat
Catching dinner with a grin
Catfish are a biting lot
The first hand to bleed will win
For noodling is the best way for fish to be caught
It dont matter if the fish takes off your skin
It dont matter if its cold or hot
Catfish be so tasty we fight over the last fin
For hunger ties my stomach in a knot
Just be sure to share with your kin
While we pray to escape what poverty wrought
I wiggle my fingers so supper will grease my chin
Re-teaching the lesson that my Daddy taught
For to let ones children go hungry would be a sin
A southern sport - hehehehe. I guess my innermost rural Texan was bleeding through whenever i wrote this, although that was a long time ago. The poem was inspired after hours of being seeped in opossum based furry-ness. The voice of the poem comes from a Southern opossum.