“I
wish I were a lobster
A-crawling ‘neath the sea;
I
wish I were a lobster,
How happy I could be.”
Thus
spoke a saddened lover
To his affinity.
“I
wouldn’t feel so badly
If I were you,” quoth she;
You
have your wish in part sir,
If not entirely.”
“You
are a perfect lobster
If not beneath the sea.”
May
21, ‘06
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