Crawdaddy, Crawdaddy!
A true tale of woe.
It’s into the boiling
hot water you go.
With spices a-pleasin’
Springtime is the season,
And you’re the real reason
For the beaches, you know.
Crawdaddy, Crawdaddy!
It’s off with the head.
But I’m not a sadist;
You’re already dead!
Crunch exoskeleton,
Split open the tail
For one tasty morsel,
Never does fail!
Crawdaddy, Crawdaddy!
You can’t eat just one;
You’re up to your elbows
Before you are done.
Try as you may,
You won’t get your fill,
But you’ll keep on trying:
A delectable thrill.
Jody removed one shoe, one sock,
Dangled her foot over the dock;
With foot in the water,
while picking her nose,
Along came Crawdaddy
who plucked off her toes.
From the series "Lucifera's Questionable Child Care Poems and Stories."