A Pantoum From the Backyard Tidal Creek.
By GC SMITH
You were in the tidal creek today
Then suddenly, you were in the net
You're one pissed off wiggling crab
An' there's more crabs I'm gonna get
I was swimming free this morning
Then suddenly, I found me in a net
Along with some of my buddies
Damn, I guess that we'll al be et
They're arrayed on the platter now
All those pissed off wiggling crabs
Cooked to a rosy glowing red
Atlantic blue crabs will be et
We've now enjoyed the repast
Atlantic blue crabs have been et
We've burped and wiped our chins
Surfeit with crabs who no longer swim
Poetry, prose, and other stuff meant for the reader's enjoyment. Web page at: Click here. My novels are White Lightning, The Carbon Steel Caress, In Good Faith, and Mudbug Tales; A Novel in Flashes, wit' recipes. My poetry book is A Southern Boy's Meanderings. CLICKY My webpage:
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