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Crabs
...barefoot, walking along a grassy coastline, watching with careful steps...slow...quiet....not a ripple...not a splash....looking for the beautiful swimmers,
net in hand...patiently watching, slowly stepping and waiting.
There's one! What's this? This big boy is cradling a soft female, her apron open, laden with eggs. Look how he tickles her, moving her this way and that to make the best approach. His leggy fingers messing with her underside.....how careful...how titillating....she curled up, carried with the currents and his possession.
Perhaps if I gently scoop I can get them both in the midst of their reverie....both the hard and the soft...... Careful...slowly....the wire of the net slides under....no one notices..........Whoosh!.....frantic limbs!! all tearing!!... tangling!!....net alive with action as the male shreds his female asunder, legs, carapace, apron torn and scattered!!
YOU SHIT! To the steamer with you!!! But first...Old Bay in your eyes!
Old Bay in the eyes...yep, but the deserve it for bein so nasty tempered.ha Jim
Good poem! The last two lines really had me laughing! Loved it!!
Sweet Sucess! Here's to Old Bay!!! Fun stuff, thanks!
I had to say soemthing about this poem. It is so clever, so detailed. I enjoyed reading it. I especially like done line in particular, "her apron open, ladled with eggs" You used such human-like descriptions to describe the crabs. I found it very nice, and imaginitive.