Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

Well, well, what do I have here?

A human without a beer!

What do you know about that?

I was after a fish called cat.

This guy, he’ll have to do;

He’s dead, and a pretty shade of blue.

I can’t throw him back.

I’ll just put him in my sack.

Mrs. will ask, “Where’s the cat?”

Well, dear, this is not that?”

My gills are quivering right now.

‘Cause my wife—she’s a sow…

I need a divorce and better frying grease.

So, I can cook this human to save some peace.

My wife will then shut her big mouth.

So, I can go on my vacation to the south.

To fish in peace and tranquility once more,

To catch the catfish. was really fishing for.