Uh huh
Jambalaya
Uh oh
Crawdad gumbo
That spice
It’s Cajun nice
Girl there
With long blonde hair
She’s flame
and can’t be tamed
Legs long
Bayou beat song
So nice
Red beans and rice
Real sweet
With pepper heat
Hot day
Shrimp etouffee
So real
She makes me feel
Her eyes
Beautiful lies
Much more
Oh I adore
Love taste
Rush passion’s haste
Salt sweet
Such tender meat
De-sire
Swamp born fire
Hunger
Never sated
Give me
What she plated
Eat till
I’m full to burst
Need her
A voodoo curse
Categories:
crawdad, desire, food, lust, sensual,
Form: Sonnet
Birthday greetings! Get out of bed.
Go to the river and dunk your head.
Eat crawdad dung, until you are really fed.
Then crank-call your senile Uncle Johnny Fred.
Go skating down the hill on an inner tube.
Call everyone names like bimbo, or boob.
Eat your lunch on top of plate balanced by an ice cube.
Then have your car serviced, it needs a lube.
Have supper at the hutch of the white rabbit if you can.
He has arranged a surprise in the form of a Mariachi band.
Run over to your mothers and fix her a Salisbury steak.
I know that she has for you a lovely birthday cake.
Categories:
crawdad, birthday,
Form: Rhyme
I have heard of crows and crones
But these old geezers are overblown
over dressed with suits that squeak
beady eyes, scrawny necks, and beak
are they from the barnyard then?
Their necks all wrinkled to their chin
I have heard of crows and crones
But these are ugly as crawdad gnomes
it’s weird you say that said the chicken
they are abnormal roosters, hearts a tick’n
we call them Slim and Slam for fun
They walk real slow, neither can run
They appeared out of nowhere in the fall
They are scrawny and weird added pig Paul
They do not talk, whistle, peep or talk
Weird to even us fowl, added the chicken hawk.
Categories:
crawdad, bird,
Form: Rhyme
We witches in training all chose a familiar.
It was the rule at the School of the Transvillar.
I chose a gray bat with a broken wing.
Taylor selected a crawdad that could sing.
Molly picked a toad with an enormous toe.
I switched out the bat for a broken mule from Idaho.
Samantha chose a taxidermied man from Kalamazoo.
He had been stuffed by his nasty wife Little Lu.
But he’s stuffed, we argued. What can he do?
The stuffed guy said “I can out-sing and dance most of you.”
Apparently he had been motorized.
But asked Taylor “has he also been sanitized?”
Categories:
crawdad, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
crawdad
attacks
dog's nose
Categories:
crawdad, animal, dog,
Form: Haiku
I’m from toy cars and mismatched Barbie shoes.
I’m from bike races down the one road where no unpadded limb was safe.
I’m from a Sunday carpool and Tom Thumb slushies in Florala.
I’m from the twang of Conway Twitty,
the screams of Aerosmith and a hundred dances in between.
I am a child, finding joy in excitement!
I’m from dribbling chins and watermelon juice,
“Goodnight, sissy”, Band-Aids and kissing boo-boos.
I am a role model, finding strength in my fear.
I’m from bonfires, tailgates, and kissing goodbye. Barbeque at Jay’s and Christmas at the Hill.
I’m from standing on a milk crate to shoot pool and burning eyes in Walmart swimming pools.
I’m from Easy’s growl and Smokey’s purr.
I am passionate, finding love in freedom
I’m from jumping on a trampoline in torrential rain and the smell of roses
I’m from barefoot adventures, crawdad fishing, and “stay out of my pecan trees!”
I’m from 3 am Life with Ethan and 2 pm short cuts to Kayla’s
I am the hope I find in myself.
I’m from rivers, I am from oceans.
I am from pain and joy and tears of both,
I’m from love and belief in the power of unity.
I’m from toy cars and mismatched Barbie shoes.
Categories:
crawdad, appreciation, i am,
Form: Free verse
A barefoot boy on an old dirt road
Kicking dust up as he went
His lips all puckered, whistling a tune
He was happy and content
He carried a bucket by the bail
Had a cane pole on his back
And under his arm, all wrapped up tight
Was a burlap gunny sack
“Where are you going with all that stuff?”
I asked as he skipped on by
“I’m headed down to the Jack-Knife Creek
To catch Crawdads for a pie”
Categories:
crawdad, childhood,
Form: Quatrain
Lived in Tyler when I was ten
And not too far from my home
Was a creek in an open field
I often played there alone
The creek was very low one day
There was a funny mud mound
It made me wonder, what built it?
It was a Crawdad I found
Crawdads are miniature lobsters
They are known by many names
Crayfish, Crawfish, Crawdads, Mud Bugs
These creatures are all the same
I asked my Dad when I got home
“How do you catch a Crawdad”?
“Just tie some bacon on a string
And drop it in the creek bed”
In the morning, I couldn’t wait
Go Crawdad fishing, what fun!
Mom gave me a strip of bacon
Got string and left at a run
Found a deep spot, I threw it in
Then I sat down on the bank
Holding the string, I felt a tug
I pulled it out with a yank
That's not the way to fish for them
When jerked they always let go
If you want to land a crawdad
You must pull them out real slow
I got pinched by one now and then
I caught a pail full that day
Not knowing you can eat Crawdads
I let them all crawl away
Categories:
crawdad, nature, me,
Form: Quatrain
I am
A curious seahorse
Of copper and evergreen
Skittering past
Gaping jaws
Of a killer whale
An angry crawdad
Clicking my
Castanet claws
At sandaled toes
Gliding by
A scrambled message
On a cellular phone
With whirs and clicks
Baffling the receiver
But concealing an SOS
To look into my
Stained glass eyes
Is to see the quiver
Of an empty heart.
Categories:
crawdad, angst,
Form: Blank verse