LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt
Saturday, January 3, 2026
THE CRY OF THE CATFISH
I looked that big, old catfish straight in his bulging, fishy eye,
I swear I saw some unhappy tears, and watched the fat fish, cry,
My knife was full out,
His life was in doubt,
I quickly stabbed him in the head, and prepared his bod to fry.
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