change lobsters

just watch those lobsters jive

cavorting up on deck

bopping a danse macabre

in their potted discotheque

 

as we caper in our kitchens

they’ll go waltzing while we whisk

our friends the kind crustaceans

will salute us as we frisk

we’ll clap their claws

in loud applause

as they boogie twist and tango

but the greatest thrill

is the lobster quadrille

finished

with a slice of mango

 

dancing on the boiling sand

dining deep beneath the sea

with claw in claw and hand in

hand with some for you and

more for me

 

take your places

form a line

the music’s about to

start throw your partners

into the brine

and tear their limbs apart

 

up the cry goes

change lobsters

and run

for nobody knows

when the dancing is done

and nobody knows

if it’s even begun

 

so pass the spoon me

hearties pass the spoon

to me

it’s far too late for supper

but it’s not quite

time for tea

 

the table’s set most

prettily with

trumpets toads and

pedants

while fainting waiters

discourse wittily of

deaf and dainty pheasants

 

be sure to take a

turn or two

with each bumbler at the ball

and just before those sleepy curtains

fall SCREAM lobsters

my lobsters

I love you one

and all

 

I kiss your frilly tails

now rolled up in your

mouths I

marinate your hearts

with a splash of

dry vermouth

 

avec sauce asks

the gryphon

a tad

disconsolate

 

just a little

the mock-turtle says

and weeps

into his plate

lobster-quadrille

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2 thoughts on “change lobsters

  1. Come jellyfish, sprats and dabs,
    Sea cucumbers, hermit crabs,
    Sharks and swordfish, sea-urchins.
    Tiny shrimp and big blue-fins,,
    That’s a tuna to you and me
    The tastiest fish in the sea.
    Come black moray eels, anemones fair,
    BUT
    This poem is going precisely where?,
    Like many a ship it’s run aground.
    Rhymes sunk where they cannot be found.
    Ideas left stranded on the sand,.
    Sunlight dries them from deep to bland.
    The once high and mighty metaphor,
    Picked at by the scavengers on the shore..
    My poem once lace and filigree
    Now a parched lump of sea debris.

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