Poems: Soft-shelled Crabs & I Don’t Want Your Crabs!

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2012 April PAD Challenge: Day 18, 18 Apr 2012, topic:  favorite regional cuisine

(form:  lune)

Soft-shell Crabs

I’ll pass when the food
looks like it
crawled onto the plate.

 

(form:  shadorma)

I Don’t Want Your Crabs!

Crabs, in cakes
or balls or dip or
freshly whacked,
have no place
on a dish in front of me.
I’ll stick with the ‘turf.’

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