farm raised or wild?

we go out to dinner.
the waiter hands us a menu
thicker
than war and peace.
we ask for a flashlight to read
it, or one in braille.
bread and drinks arrive
but we're only on page nine.
the appetizer section.
tell me about your fish, she
says. farm raised or wild.
the young waiter, says,
well, they're farm raised,
but we get into the pool
with a broom and chase them
around a lot, so that makes
them wild. sounds scrumptious
she says.
i'll have the chicken, I
tell the boy. free range,
right? oh yes, the waiter
says. we lasso them every
Thursday night out on the prairie.