Why North Needs To Move South
Why North Needs to Move South
We started out sailing in a sleek sloop
To find poems planted in Poetry Soup
Until after we had looked in plain view
And it turned out to be oyster stew.
Into my mind many poems did cram
And became chowder made out of clam
Gave out secret when I started to blab
We enjoy soup made out of blue crab.
Seafood to me is the only way to go
Which I am sure by now you all know
With more cream my soup did anoint
Then we used crab that was blue point.
After to us no longer was hard to tell
Came by some crab with a soft shell
To soup we added an additional spark
When we added some morsels of shark.
We further thought about it for a while
Decided seafood became quite the style
Especially if South is now where you live
Where they like all things less expensive.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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