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Noodling by Lappy

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 don’t matter if the fish takes off your skin

It don’t matter if it’s 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

Noodling

Lappy

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.

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