on water's edge there lurks an angry crab
you don't suspect he's there ready to pounce
and when you least expect your feet he'll grab
you thought yourself safe on the hard stone slab
so many ills you're eager to denounce
on water's edge there lurks an angry crab
ready to catch you to snap and to jab
his name you'll find it easy to pronounce
and when you least expect your feet he'll grab
you see us all here each with his sore scab
this is no enemy easy to trounce
on water's edge there lurks an angry crab
in times long past it was simple to blab
to laugh because the creature could not flounce
and when you least expect your feet he'll grab
this is a knife that knows just how to stab
draining vitality by the seeping ounce
on water's edge there lurks an angry crab
and when you least expect your feet he'll grab
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
06 August 2008
shore beast
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