No Crustaceans Fresh to Eat

You prefer to have your shrimp,
With a side of lobster.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

You want to shell the meat,
To release an aroma.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

But the sea has been tainted with oil grease.
And what releases from that oil stinks and reeks,
To heaven.
And you see what's coming to you to be served,
Is breaded tuna that's been noodled.

You prefer to have your shrimp,
With a side of lobster.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

You want to shell the meat,
To release an aroma.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

But crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
And frustrations felt begin to heat the seat you sit.
Then you realize you're leaping up on your feet...
To get no relief.

You prefer to have your shrimp,
With a side of lobster.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

But crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
And frustrations felt begin to heat the seat you sit.
Then you realize you're leaping up on your feet...
To get no relief.

And the sea has been tainted with oil grease.
And what releases from that oil stinks and reeks,
To heaven.
And you see what's coming to you to be served,
Is breaded tuna that's been noodled.

All crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
Then you realize you're leaping up on your feet.
And that breaded tuna serve to you you leave,
With your rude on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

And that breaded tuna serve to you you leave,
With your rude on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

And that breaded tuna serve to you you leave,
With your rude on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

Knowing crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
No crustaceans fresh to eat no longer treats...
So you leave a tuna noodled.,
With a rude mood put on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

No crustaceans fresh to eat,
So you leave a tuna noodled.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

No crustaceans fresh to eat,
So you leave a tuna noodled.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

Knowing crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
No crustaceans fresh to eat no longer treats...
So you leave a tuna noodled.,
With a rude mood put on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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