Scents of sea, historical townships and seafood
Thrilled like vacations not just a dinner destination.
Each trip to Chesapeake Bay staid that fine mood.
As we rode, my family's blend got on its finest silly
Making jokes, singing, bro and I loved Dad’s riddles.
Eyes all turned somber passing the barn site where
Destiny once heard JW Booth say, ‘useless, useless ...’
Crackers, hammers, picks, butter sat on brown paper with
Randomly scattered crabs piled high excited my family.
Although not novices, Dad would inspect our dissects,
Brag to Moma about how strong his shellfish genes
Swam, huh?
Rustic hints of shambolic yet magic shacks
Glints of silky footprint frolic tints the tracks
Mussel sacks demonic crab claw tussle cracks
No skinflint skimps sprinkles winkles & shrimps
Cockles twinkle the bucolic prawns the pimps
Shiny oysters briny gangster & milky prankster
Iconic lobster the mobster swish shellfish stacks
(Although to be fair for the heir of fancy flair fayre
The French care so much oui they say Fruit De Mer)
Why do shellfish
Seem so selfish
Is it they dwell
Inside their shell
And don’t admit
But only spit
That old salt brine
After they dine
Day in and out
In their hideout
Yet near the rocks
Creation knocks
On their hard wall
But through it all
They stay inside
To safely hide
From us their foe;
How could they know?
When we dig clams
Their two doors slam
Same with mussel
That we rustle
Can't un-cloister
Hermit oyster
Or peel the husk
From the mollusk
They’re much too vain
In their domain
Or just abhor
The open door
Though we still crave
Them ‘neath the wave
And will not cease
‘Til they release
A cherished dish;
Sorry, shellfish
There’s crustaceans in my rations,
And the krill are in my pills.
There’s a prawn on my lawn,
And all this gives me chills.
There’s an oyster who is cloistered
With a crawfish in a dish,
But the shrimp is on the barbie,
And that’s what gives me thrills.
The Shellfish
The Selfish Shellfish
Had a pearl inside of its own,
One day he thought to himself,
“Why can’t I have more pearls to myself”,
So he went on a
Search for even more pearls,
“Looks like my
Neighbor is now sleeping”,
He knocked on
The Shell, “Anyone There”,
The other Shell
Awoke is a somber tone,
“You want my pearl,
Well climb on in and get it”,
The Selfish Shellfish
Did and, then the Larger Shell went, Ah— Glup.
Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein
View of village hillside houses sunset
Curving road Small villa by the seaside
Spanish architect bulls heads at entrance
Velvet voice perfumed skin prettiest laugh
Walnuts cherries stone fruits of the season
Soft melody apple tarts beautiful wild honey
Hunting season for smelly truffles is Winter
Branches well trimmed they grow in shadows
Labradors sniffing excitedly in the truffle fields
Jealousy + secrecy surround the truffle mystery
Beautifully wrapped exquisite tasting chocolate.
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