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