P R a W N S
People often call you shrimp.
Really enjoy devouring you salted and fried.
A taste I get nowhere else. Where is my sauce?
Wiping you down with butter makes me salivate.
Nefariously delicious my friend; I will even eat you raw.
Succulently delicious, you make me smile.
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