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