limerick about a lobster! — day four tiny poems… “The Lobster’s Dilemma”

all the seafood, ever at this place on the end of the pier

The limerick, a childhood poem form that my Uncle Spence taught me…he gave me Edward Lear at age 8.

For today conjures the funny!

The Lobster’s Dilemma

There once was a crabby old lobster

Who’d spent days in the tank fighting mobsters

As he punched with great glee

All the others did flee

No dinner was he, that wry fobster!

xxoo!

hahahahahahahahaha!

 

 

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