Lobsters Poems | Examples

Freddie the Old Beekeeper and his Bees

Bright orange lobsters pointed their claws at their brother
When someone asked who had cut the cheese
The audience began to have a bit of a laugh with their mother
For they were outing each other, with a bit of ease

Who cut the cheese? Asked the magistrate again.
They pointed at each other; the sorry chaps
They probably both did it, said their truthful cousin Win
He had spent some time in their house during naps

who cut the cheese

Bright orange lobsters pointed their claws at their brother
When someone asked who had cut the cheese
The audience began to have a bit of a laugh with their mother
For they were outing each other, with a bit of ease

Who cut the cheese? Asked the magistrate again.
They pointed at each other; the sorry chaps
They probably both did it, said their truthful cousin Win
He had spent some time in their house during naps

See See Under The Sea

the seahorses grazed in a field undersea 
the jellyfish wobbled at the party

the starfish in their constellations went
the clams secretive tight lipped and silent 

the hammerhead sharks did the DIY
the clown fish entertained as they swam by

the plankton ruled undersea in their gangs
the octopuses spent too long shaking hands

the crabs on the side their day they spent
the lobsters approached in a pincer movement

the sea urchins loitered dishevelled and poor
while the oysters enjoyed everything and all

Live Lavishly Sometimes

Soft lavash, luscious Sangria, savory shrimp, scallop skewers,
scrumptious lobsters, seasoned steak, sauteed spinach, squash,
scrummy lemon lady finger, strawberry shortcake, latte, lungo.
La la, lovely, lavish, some sumptuous supper!

The Sun Is a Monster

The sun is a monster,
The stars are monsters,
Monsters that make us spin 
In the universe,
Our planet is so small,
The sun looks at her, like a cat a mouse,
Like a bug,
The sun is a monster,
That one cannot look into the eyes,
a monster who devours his own house, 
A bloodthirsty monster,
Heard millions of miles away,

If this monster wakes up,
It will destroy everything,
Our houses, our armies, our principles,
He will destroy our works of art,
Mozart and Rembrandt,
It will destroy all our ambitions,
To conquer the universe,
 To move our cabinets,
To cook again lobsters,

So let’s be wise,
The monster is watching us,
But he has great appetite,
Let’s not wake him up,
His light is our life,
Where does this monster come from?
No one knows, Perhaps you know?
He comes from far away, no doubt,
From another galaxy,
One thing is for sure,
This monster is more powerful than God,
Let us take advantage of his wickedness,
Let us become gods in our turn,
Are we not monsters?

Either Or

Cows give milk, also 'wallets' sewn from leather 
'shoes' accent her dress, 'Hide's' cover her body
in northern freezing weather...
          USDA protects everybody

Beef prepared, served as a main course
should be shared somewhere with your buddy
family or friends, perhaps any somebody
especially when smothered in steak sauce

Lobster you eat I adore
this Poem I scribe, for nutrition to explore
scientists observe shellfish close, daily
lobsters fight, a victor will mate, Olay!

Scientist, those fishermen, do monitor count
then will return females, increase their amount
large ones will not be placed on a menu
nutritionist catalog value, appointment venue

having read that interesting message at-top
good decision, you will decide, as you shop
for your 'Maine Lobster' is truly to be loved
dipped in butter, healthier than our cow above

Critterature: Concerning the Crafty Crayfish

By many aliases they're known:
Crawfish, crawdads, mudbugs, yabbies.
They abound in brooks, and streams, and swamps,
As well as roadside ditches and rice paddies.

Their astacology has shown
They prey like scavengers and mobsters,
While some, more taxonomically aloof,
Try hard to pass as mountain lobsters.

Throughout the world as food they're meant,
Both from the wild and from the grocer,
But not as a substitute for meat at Lent
Because they're not considered kosher.

And so the cunning, craven crayfish,
The ones that didn't get away,
End up in boils, or bisques, or soups,
If not served up as étouffés
In swanky overpriced cafés.

Will Wait and Hesitate To Fine a New Mate

had to hold down fort
reality did distort
would sell myself short

what we did was wait
then we had to hesitate
then find a new mate

war went on and on
only fools would shoot a fawn
soon war will be gone

had been a big pain
problems with lobsters in maine
did drive us insane

if i told you once
are sad results from stunts
tennis player grunts

Summer Seafoods

Lobsters and crabs on griller
Basted with butter
Pepper and asparagus
For sweet chilli sauce
With side salad dish
Great picnic 
Taste!




June 5, 2022    8.18pm



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If I Were a Mermaid

If I were a Mermaid

If I were a Mermaid my name would be Margo and I’d live in the deepest blue sea 
 I’d swim with the dolphins, make friends with the sharks and hope that they wouldn’t eat me

If I were a Mermaid my tail would be gold and my hair would be crimson red
I’d hold it in place with fishbones I found buried deep in the seabed

If I were a Mermaid I’d go to school in a cavern by the bay
My classmates would be clownfish and squid
The teacher a grumpy stingray

If I were a Mermaid I’d frolic and play with the creatures of the sea
The lobsters and shrimp the whales and the crabs
the  eels and shy  manatees

If I were a Mermaid I’d spend my days watching ships as they travel afar
I’d spend my nights on warm sandy beaches
Making wishes upon shooting stars

If I were a Mermaid I’d dream of pirates and the treasures that they sought
I’d dream of their ships with their  tattered white sails and the battles  that they fought

If I were a mermaid I would do all these things in my
Home beneath the sea 
But I’m not really a mermaid so I’ll  just be content
To be the one and only ME

Lobsters and Unicorns

Sadness filled me as I had, upon hearing of his death,
Thoughts of what could have been.
He was my unicorn,
But I married my lobster.

Thoughts of what could have been
Flashing like short movies through my mind--
But I married my lobster,
So those movies will never play for an audience.

Flashing like short movies through my mind
I work to exchange them for memories I have made,
So those movies will never play,
And I will be happy with my lobster as I mourn my unicorn.

An Open Cemetery With Endless Laments

Broken Seashells,
canvasses of lobsters
tossed ashore by waves
are an open cemetery
with endless laments...
as green seaweeds 
decorate them morbidly
if they were flowers!

I look around this beach
not frequented by a wanderer;
the strong stench of fish
is too unpleasant to sensitive noses,
but it's the perfect dinner
for those hungry gulls that swish
and land on their corpses!

Beer cans and water bottles
not disposed in nearby bins
attract rats with extreme hunger
and finding little, they chomp chasing after
the mackerels wiggling on the scorching sand;
oh, they happily feast on them and hiss...
keeping away the squeaking seagulls!

This abandoned beach once was
as pristine as the bluish water,
nobody littered it and people
walked barefoot seeking their favorite spots,
not getting cuts on fragmented seashells;
then hurricane Sandy came and left it desolate...
no souls returned to their homes,
and it became a ghost town forever...
and the few who stayed carried fright in their guts!

Number Ten Again

One of the greatest footballers that ever did play
Wore the number ten shirt in the name of Pele 
Commandments of ten were given on Mount Sinai
How that number came up nobody knows why 

Ten Downing Street is a famous London address
Why isn't it number nine or eleven is anyone's guess
The Chinese consider number ten to be perfection 
Scoring less in Gymnastics would lead to dejection 

There are ten lords a leapin according to the song 
Crabs and lobsters have ten legs to move along 
So many examples of ten there are so many more
Until the next time good buddy will say ten four

Fish On

Fish on


    Are the fish biting
    tardy schools of mackerel
    fill the bucket up


     Ginsu-Knife    Eastport , Maine   USA


    I caught quite a few on Nov 20th.
     Then the bite stopped.
    See you next year.
   Guess Ill have to eat lobsters.

Cilantro's Molest

Delicately smoke stacks rose in tendrils
From my lobotomised mind, tracks of steam
Channels which searched for surrendour 
Teased unfamiliar air aflame, eventual glean

Chances which blind chases never uncovered 
Now relaxed stance soul caresses confirm
Worth in the venture for connections recovered
Ratified tangible textures of trust returned

Sharply sprung tongue sprig of marjoram burst
Sends corresponding signals sweet salty
Cardboard dry enclosure summoned my thirst
Seasoned with fish fall apart white sultry

Flipped on my untrained pallette, ripe silk drips 
Nourished throat thrums an unsung tempo 
New reward captured bite butters impatient lips 
Slippery flesh accosts a switched off depot

Aniseed's dark unrivalled flavour pinnacle 
Nasal travelled spice kidnaps bland indecision 
Abrupt acetic fingers, processing difficult 
Held captive by capers strange punch derision 

Ambience clink clanks cutlery's untimed tune
Calls faithful patronage who pay in blood
Inner soft lobsters promise flesh of high noon
Claw shards pave a love path summoned




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