Catfish

CATFISH JOHNSON Catfish Johnson was a really old man Long before I was ever born He walked the riverbanks with an old tin can The can was filled with worms People would say to Catfish Worms just ain't good bait He would say, just make a wish Then set back and wait He'd thread a worm on his hook Set the cork and drop it in Then proceed to read a book And once in a while, flash a grin Then suddenly his pole would bend You'd think that it might break People yelled, Catfish, reel it in Do it quick for goodness sake Catfish took his jolly good time Playing the fish on the line Like I'm doin' y'all with this little rhyme But that suits me just fine You see, Catfish is my Grandpa He taught me lots of stuff Like loving folks the way he loves Grandma And how not to get in a huff So if you are back in Georgia some day On the Oconee River banks Please stop by and just say Hey And tell ol' Catfish thanks For the huge great tasting catfish That he gave willingly to you To fix it however you wish So you made a catfish stew 9 May 2018 For the contest sponsored by Catie Lindsey

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Jan Allison

Date: 6/3/2018 5:36:00 PM

A fabulous story Curtis, many congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx

Curtis Moorman
Date: 6/3/2018 6:11:00 PM

Thanks, Jan! I didn't read the instructions thoroughly and didn't realize until the contest was judged what kind of catfish we should have written about. Consequently, I took a different slant to things. I was still pleased that Catie selected it for a placement in her contest.

Susan Gentry

Date: 6/2/2018 1:50:00 AM

Congratulations on your win!

Curtis Moorman
Date: 6/2/2018 1:58:00 AM

Thanks, Susan. You are so dependable to offer congratulatory comments on my work. I appreciate you so much.

Line Gauthier

Date: 6/1/2018 10:05:00 PM

Congrats on your win with your fun poem, Curtis.

Curtis Moorman
Date: 6/2/2018 12:17:00 AM

Thanks, Line. The catfish in my poem are the kind you catch on a hook, fry to perfection, and serve with sweet iced tea, cole slaw and hushpuppies. Just like I said to Eve Roper --- and it don't get no better than that.

Eve Roper

Date: 6/1/2018 8:15:00 PM

Fabulous rhyme , Curtis, I enjoyed reading different from all the others.. refreshing...Congratulations on your win. Hugs Eve

Curtis Moorman
Date: 6/2/2018 12:14:00 AM

Thank you, Eve. The kind of catfish I spoke of is the only kind I was aware of until the end of the contest. I like my kind of catfish --- those caught on a hook and served on a plate with cole slaw, sweet iced tea, and hushpuppies. It don't get no better. lol

Janice Canerdy

Date: 6/1/2018 10:33:00 AM

CONGRATULATIONS on your well-deserved win! GREAT story. Janice

Curtis Moorman
Date: 6/1/2018 10:56:00 AM

Janice, back at you for the congrats and likewise congrats to you as well. Your winning entry is a clear cut indication of the talented poet that you are.

Cary Snowden

Date: 6/1/2018 10:09:00 AM

Terrific story, Curtis! Fun to read and made from good memories; the best kind! Congratulations on the contest! -Cary

Curtis Moorman
Date: 6/1/2018 10:30:00 AM

Thanks, Cary. I failed to read Catie's instructions. Being from a far back generation, I didn't know about the terminology as it applied to the contest. The edible catfish was the only variety I was familiar until I read all the entries. Your win was highly deserved and I congratulate your poetic talent.

Roy Pett

Date: 5/17/2018 9:27:00 AM

Hi Curtis, thoroughly enjoyed reading your story, good luck in contest. :))

Curtis Moorman
Date: 5/17/2018 11:24:00 AM

Thank you, Roy! I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. I appreciate your stopping by to read my poem and letting me know you enjoyed it. I also appreciate the good luck comment for the contest.

John Lawless

Date: 5/15/2018 8:22:00 PM

very interesting take on the theme Curtis, a fun read and story told

Curtis Moorman
Date: 5/16/2018 9:51:00 AM

Thank you, John! Good to hear from you. Maybe my Southern heritage, since I am from middle Georgia, prompted this partly fictitious, partly true story. The Oconee River is just 2 miles from my house and the Sportsman Club has regular meetings with catfish stew being one of the favorite meals. That is the true part. Thanks for your support and comments.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 5/10/2018 12:24:00 AM

Great rhyme Curtis, from your description it sounds like you live in a lovely place. Good luck. Tom

Curtis Moorman
Date: 5/10/2018 8:17:00 AM

Good morning, Tom. Yes, it is lovely --- quiet and serene. The only real truth in the poem is the Oconee River and the Sportsman Club where catfish stew is frequently served. The name, Johnson, just seemed to go with the word Catfish for a fun sounding poem. Glad you liked it. It may be a winner in this contest due to having free rein on the subject.

Laura Leiser

Date: 5/9/2018 6:08:00 PM

I absolutely loved this story, Curtis! If it’s true, your Grampa was quite a guy! Loved the rhythm and nostalgia in this poetic write. Good luck in the contest :)

Curtis Moorman
Date: 5/9/2018 7:12:00 PM

Thanks for those comments, Laura. Actually, the only true part of the story is the Oconee River and catfish stew. The rest is pure fiction off the top of my head. But I (egotistically perhaps) agree that if it were true, I would have really loved my Grandpa for the person he 'appeared' to be in this poem.