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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

Date: 5/30/2021 3:04:00 PM

Very thoughtfully composed poem, Caren. Well done!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/30/2021 3:43:00 PM

Thank you Irfanulla I appreciate it.

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 5/30/2021 2:33:00 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
Date: 5/30/2021 3:43:00 PM

I really do not eat them but my daughter does, and she relishes picking them out.

Unseeking Seeker

Date: 5/30/2021 2:14:00 AM

Great balance between hunger and compassion!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/30/2021 3:43:00 PM

Hahaha I have never been hungry.

Line Gauthier

Date: 5/29/2021 7:05:00 PM

LOL you're a vegetarian at heart, Caren!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/30/2021 3:43:00 PM

I do believe I am.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 5/29/2021 5:59:00 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
Date: 5/30/2021 3:44:00 PM

Thank you Hank; I guess I never thought about a daddy lobster sticking around to help parent; I bet they do though!