POEM TITLE The Lobster Pot
POEM Dogs are welcome, No they are not!
Staring me down to eat my pot…..noodle!
Although they’re not mine,
But one more glance and there’ll be a crime!
As for decor, you’re having no black!
Looks like a jumble sale at my back!
Who painted the pictures? Were they blind?
The Bobby should arrest them or pay a fine.
Every tugboat, yacht and ship has lost an item,
They’ve got it!
As for across the water be,
Big fat cruisers did you see.
Americans come, they’ve heard the gossip,
The Lobster Pot you’ll need a deposit,
Of a sense of humour, sunglasses too,
Yucky yellow and some blue.
‘Come to visit America’, they’ll say,
Naw! ‘Hame’ll-dae-me!’
The Lobster Pot at Blackness-on-Sea,
Is the only place to be.
The best crack you’ll hear in there,
Is a lobster back,
As they prepare a dinner from the sea,
There is nowhere better I’d rather be.
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