Proper Perspective

caught an eel while drinking beer
hit his head against the pier
cut his throat and skinned his hide
took him home - my alibi

grabbed that sucker - fried him up
ate with okra - didn't suck
returned from church wife ask why
I corn mealed my alibi

'baby it's the poetry
a bard such as I must see
must write the truth not script a lie
so I ate my alibi'

she looked down...whispered mellow
turning my legs to jello
'you might be an Edgar Poe
but he ain't no long fellow'