The Stinging Kind
Jellyfish is the stinging kind,
it is found in droves
on our crowded beaches...
any little sting can drive anyone wild.
Yes, they are spineless, mordant and gelitous...
being closed watched by large gulls with a hungry palate,
but are chased away by dogs so ferocious;
I'm wondering how they will look and taste on my plate!
And still curious kids scoop them with plastic sand-shovels
and try to save them by dropping them in water-filled buckets,
running with excitement...ignoring the screams of their moms,
and they yell, " Put them down, they will sting you more than once!"
O jellyfishes, don't be vicious...we love you like shell-fish,
if you could talk, your bizarre conduct won't be misunderstood by many!
Is the water so polluted and infested with sharks that you flee from the sea,
or are the fishermen so angry for wasted time on a worthless catch?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
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