Hermit Crab's Cushion
(first stanza only for contest)
We hermit crabs smile at our grousing
a crack in my shell needs espousing.
I spy a cigarette;
the filter, perfect fit -
could it cushion my cleft in housing?
If filters could help tummy’s small crack
better shell I won’t have to hijack.
Should I try a quick smoke
while I nit-pick and croak?
Then laziness can get back on track.
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