Somewhere, several leagues beneath the sea...
'Cheerio, I'm off to school,'
smirked young Harry herring,
he was nobody's fool.
Then was heard, 'Pucker up,
I'm a sucker for you,'
but what can I do?'
Gary octopus uttered.
'Send me a love letter,
would be best I think,
I'll lend you the ink.'
Sarrie squid, she muttered.
But, when, 'Are the two of them
romantically inclined?'
and, 'Are they blind?'
Carrie cuttlefish questioned,
'Happy to say, 'I'll never tell,
my lips are sealed.'
Barry bivalve smiled,
'I'm clamming up,' he revealed.
Oh, to see such fun,
and all it did entail
to make Larry lobster laugh,
no, it could not fail.
Just how long does a steaming lobster sob?
How terribly do boiling limbs and guts
burn? Like a million simultaneous cuts?
When does its sweltering heart cease to throb?
On who’s authority do humans rob
that creature of its life? Have we the rights?
—the rights to cook a living being? Nights,
(countless), have I questioned this brutish job.—
Yet, even still, I meet no day when not
a hungry shopper comes to claim a kill.
And for the taste of murdered, smoldered meat,
—(we sear our ethics inside that same pot)—
they beg me: “I can’t bear do it, but will
you?”. — — I’m sorry, truly, crustacean…”treat”.
Sometimes you have to break a heart to save your own,
Sometimes you have to leave and then move on.
And though I will love others, this is always true
I can’t love them the way that I loved you.
I had a lobster once, and I was his as well,
But storms would separate us, and the swell
Would carry us apart til I would lose my trust,
And then I knew just what to do I must.
It took some time – you were my lobster, and I yours,
Though I grew tired from fighting all these wars.
There never was a brighter flame, I know it’s true,
Than that bright flame that burned for me and you.
Though the chapter long, it’s time to turn the page,
And thus, your character must leave the stage.
The fates brought me another, and my choice is made,
Although I’d wish on none this price I paid.
Someday you’ll find a use for all this brokenness;
You’ll find true love, and share true love’s first kiss.
It took a while to understand, but now I know
Sometimes you have to let the lobster go.
We wish he was photoshopped said Neal.
But alas, this sidewinder giant shrimp was real
He climbed onto our boat and scared the tootsie out of me
Thanks to this giant, our boat tipped over a total of three.
We were terrified we were all going to drowned
But that giant monster turned our boat around
Snatched us up from the sea and gave each of us a spank
It was unbelievable! But amused our Captain Sir Hank.
Have its lobster claws times two pincered off
One way sticks of this crustacean’s underwater trap?
Eight leggedly it gallops off among arthritic, bulbous trees.
And waves its spiny tail to cover up its tracks.
Dogs have joined the spirit of the game,
Spaniels with foreheads as regally as high
As their master princess on a unicorn
And will play this pint sized monster-knight to death.
Undistracted by surrealistic fish camouflaged in dark,
Untempted by sea horses following her braid.
Never can crustacean hunts be lost
When hounds are hot upon a trail of lobster sauce.
Bar Harbor
Bah Habah is how they say it in Maine.
The cool summer breezes wash over the town.
Sailboats ride at rest waiting patiently at their moorings.
Lobstah fishermen load their traps, hoping for a prize haul.
Ospreys and seals vie for the best fish.
Acadia National Park beckons bikers and hikers.
Icy waters from the Labrador Current will chill the body,
The view from Cadillac Mountain will thrill the soul.
Tourists feast on the fresh sea harvest, followed by Indian pudding.
Ahh, Bah Habah in the summah!!!
Ooh love is in the aire
Lobster Love
Ooh ooh oooh
Lobster Love so Devine
Lobster Love
Luv Love Looove
Lobster Love
Life is so cool
On seas and oceans
Best steamed, served over a pool
Sweet and sour delicacy of paeans
Throat where its brain rests
Engulfed head where stomach and kidney nests
Ripping teeth in stomach feasts
Lobster woman climber scrambled through white lily petals of joy
Their aromatic ambiance surrounded her with the means to be happy
We are waiting, the violets urged her, no longer fearful of her claws
She had been visiting them for many moons now, and she was careful.
She still has a bit of fish smell about her, the lilacs reported to the daisies.
Pollyanna-like, the daisies remained optimistic as they waited for her visit.
Lobster is a goldfish,
Living in a tank.
Instead of swimming, though, it seems
That Lobster somehow sank.
His fish companion, Wendy,
Acts as perky as can be,
Which makes the fate of Lobster
So much sadder, then, to see.
It’s possible that Lobster
Will improve and start to swim.
It’s something that I wouldn’t count on,
By the looks of him.
Every pet will hit its limits
And, despite the life it’s had,
Even something such as goldfish
Passing on’s a little sad.
lobster for breakfast
toast for lunch
strawberry jello for supper
merlot right before bed
it is finished
A blue lobster was saved at Red Lobster today
From the usual fate of lobster ways.
The zookeepers came and took her to the zoo
Where everyone said, “Look she’s blue”.
The other lobsters complained,
"We’re all red-we’re all the same."
And one by one, they ended up on plate
As the dinner a hungry customer ate.
So next time you feel overlooked,
Be thankful that you weren’t cooked!
To get attention, you now know what to do,
Simply dress in something blue.
This bowl of lobster shells
looks very pretty
and yet so sad.
The bright red carcasses
all cracked and emptied out
have served me well
with their luscious innards
of tender sweet flesh
unctuous with brine and butter
that sated me
and gratified
my deep-sea desires
for this ultimate
New England joyance
on this
muggy Summer day.
If I had
any ambition left,
I'd dump these
scarlet remnants
into a big ol' pot
and toss in
onions,
bay leaves
and peppercorns
for a savory
perfumed stock.
But for now
I'm glued
to my chair
happily lobster drunk
and in a buttery haze
and licking my
salty fingers
for any last residue
of that
resplendent crustacean
now reduced
to a heap of shells
in an old glazed bowl
on a lemon-yellow afternoon
somewhere on the coast
wondering how long
I can last
until the feeling
comes again
and I don my old stained bib
and haul out
the nutcracker and pick
and get the butter drawn
for another
Homarus americanus
adventure
and find myself
staring down
a new warm mound
of cracked and emptied
lobster shells.
Menu
- Prawn eyeballs - as black as a hole in space
- Alien squid - with face hugging tentacles
- Martian Octopus head - eerily out of place
- Flying saucer seabass - sci-fi Metallic
- Prawn antennae - picking up signals from planet X
- Lobster claws - armoured like a Mech
- The Blob – Drowned in acid
- Shrimp - nuclear pink
- Rows of reptilian fish - Morbidly staring ahead
Softly blows the sea breeze floating on Maine coast
Lobster rests near seashell colorful pretty
Marine life oceanography exploration for
Sea grant college young students welcoming Oceania.
Sea horse small marine fish floats near
Sea butterfly marine mollusk nestling in aquarium
Oceanarium on seashore warm seas giving a
Reflection sea conveying oceangoing voyages sea bird schooner.
Loved one touches sandy beach viewing sea holly
Blue leaves accent blue flowers together for
Couple tasting lobster thermidor weathered restaurant
Craggy wood pier constructed for people use for good feelings.
Spinnaker sails into the sun warm wind blowing
Oceanfront colors under soaring sea eagle looking
Eyes cheerful happiness rests in heart grateful
Our Creator fashioned earth with ocean life.
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