Short Crabs Poems
Short Crabs Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Crabs by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Crabs by length and keyword.
I went to the doctor with crabs
He gave me 380 jabs
To preserve your manly
Stay away from the fanny
Or your bits will be nothing but scabs
Pretty summer days are really hot,
am I being cooked like crabs in a pot.
Fireworks made me pee my pants,
all wet but I will still dance.
Looks like I hit the big summer jackpot.
holiday romance
I walk along the white sand
infested with crabs
Quite all forlorn sat Wilmot Crabs,
His tash all thorny threadbare,
‘The older that I grow each day,
The less I seem to care.’
Said Wilmot Crabs upon a while,
‘I have no time for chatter.’
Then wandered to a gaping womb
And thought upon the matter.
a small green gecko
smiling in the palapa
watching everything
arachnids calmly
weave intricate spiderwebs
waiting in shadows
a striped iguana
sunbathing on the smooth rocks
watching the ocean
hermit crabs scuttle
on wet sand, going nowhere,
only moving on
On raised thorny stilts
Marbled lampposts, lifted eyes
Clawed leaves for soft filth
The spider grown fat,
And hard, and round, and callous
Like hogs, blinds the sand
I know my species
The same purpose fits the flies
The outer shell lies
Barrels hiss with us
Clambering to scuttle time
Gravity's dead claw
When cold out, I was heard to say,
"I'll be so glad when winter's gone"
When it was warm with so much rain,
I complained, "I can't mow my lawn!"
The rain let up one sunny day
I said, "This heat is hard to take!"
It seems one way or the other
"I just can't seem to get a break"
If the weather should change again
Listen for, my climate crabs call
Ironic I say much about
That which, I have no say at all!
In many ways, Are We like a pot of crabs
With Us, Always, reaching up for grabs
Like We intend to keep Each other down
As with Slavery, in Our predicament-bound
Which is why, Everytime, We rise to the top
Are We distracted by the sound of a POP!
Indicating, how DRAMA, is at it's boiling point
And, that SOMEBODY's about to leave this joint
Cause that's Our way of maintaining EQUALITY
Even if it means, We're All Living In Misery
Scavenger crabs live under rocks
They live under seaweed, they live under docks
Scavenger crabs live under floats
They live under driftwood, they live under boats.
Scavenger crabs are bad because
They'll bite you with gigantic claws
They'll poke you, pinch you, stab and jab
If you go near a scavenger crab.
Scavenger crabs live by the shore
Hiding, waiting, crabs galore
Crabs are bad without a doubt
Chew you up and spit you out.