Crabby Getaway
Yes you read the title right
But let me shred some light
It happened in 1980 when I worked on Madison Avenue
The Receptionist was going to buy live crab for dinner
Well as a friend would, I accompanied her
We entered the Butcher, and there were array of kinds of meat and live crabs on Eighth Avenue and West 43rd Street
The Receptionist was going to eat good that night was going to be a treat
The Butcher put 8 Live crabs in the bag
It’s a wonder that none of the crabs had to gag
So walked to 6th Avenue to catch the D train
The continued story gets to be even more insane
One of the crabs escaped out
Some of the passengers made big scream shout
You can imagine in what I am talking about
It was dinner on the run
This was a live crab raw and not even cooked done
I told the Receptionist, there goes your dinner after it
When the Receptionist got home, she cooked those crabs until they were done
But before that, they fought out the bag
It sounds more like they were playing tag
There’s the sea food tail, crabs in their crabby ways, and I will never forget on that day.
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