Their once was a lobster,
his name was Robby,
he liked to go shopping,
which made him snobby,
He liked to play tennis,
especially with his best friend Bobby,
he also liked to sing,
so did Bobby,
Robby was quite rare,
but Bobby liked to copy,
he ignored this,
because he did love his friend Bobby,
They brought a hotel together,
and danced happily in the lobby,
until they got in trouble,
by an angry man named Swaby,
He excalimed 'Don't dance in this hotel!',
Robby replied ever so sweetly, 'we brought it, oh dear swaby',
extremely red,
he ran away being a gobby.
The End.
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Robby the Lobster
PoetryThis poem is about my lobster, Robby, who passed away a few weeks earlier. In loving memory, I made a cute poem for him. Love you Robbie. :) <3