The sun was just right
Casting our content shadows
Upon the southern porch
Our beverages complimenting perfectly
You had your shades
Rocking
Again
And then
Crab Legs
A wonderful cylinder of red legged glory
Which you waged war upon
Leaving me the succulent shrimp
A bucket of carnage
Sitting beside our napkins piled high
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A/N:
Crab legs are just too much work for me. Give me steak! But you know, everyone in awhile adventure calls.
Crab or Steak?
Cheers,
-DarthPadre
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PoetryThis is a continuation of 'Exposed'. There is no theme per se, just poems i have written over the years. If you see something you like please vote, comment and share. If you think you see one of those one in a hundred poems, shoot me a note, i'm...
