Caren Krutsinger Poet Light Verse

Choose For Me I Said and Make Sure It's a He

Looked in the lobster tank
Could not bear thinking
of them possibly boiling a mother
I said please choose a he
I wondered if it would be like a hot tub
at first cozy and relaxing,
i felt sorry for my shrimp
and yet i love the taste

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Irfanulla Shariff May 30, 2021 at 3:04 PM Very thoughtfully composed poem, Caren. Well done! Caren Krutsinger May 30, 2021 at 3:43 PM Thank you Irfanulla I appreciate it.

Mystic Rose Rose May 30, 2021 at 2:33 PM Ah, I feel that way too when I see them in there swimming away , poor things. What we wouldn't do for a taste in our tummy at times. :) Caren Krutsinger May 30, 2021 at 3:43 PM I really do not eat them but my daughter does, and she relishes picking them out.

Unseeking Seeker May 30, 2021 at 2:14 AM Great balance between hunger and compassion! Caren Krutsinger May 30, 2021 at 3:43 PM Hahaha I have never been hungry.

Line Gauthier May 29, 2021 at 7:05 PM LOL you're a vegetarian at heart, Caren! Caren Krutsinger May 30, 2021 at 3:43 PM I do believe I am.

L Milton Hankins May 29, 2021 at 5:59 PM But...what about somebody's father??? I just let them pick without me watching at all, and I simply enjoy the taste without thinking about how it got to my plate. Liked your poem. Caren Krutsinger May 30, 2021 at 3:44 PM Thank you Hank; I guess I never thought about a daddy lobster sticking around to help parent; I bet they do though!