[Based on a story told to my children by their Mee Maw. She insists that she was once frightened by a runaway lobster on the checkout counter at Publix. I always shake my head at her story because it just cannot possibly be true, can it...?]
At the grocery store, I sood in line.
I watched the lady in front of me, from behind.
She had a lobster in a sack.
I thought, eeeww...put him back!
She stood there tall and thin,
And smiled and said, “got a big pot to put ‘em in."
Oh! How his eyes opened wide!
He jumped and hopped all over the place.
The check out lady? You should have seen her face!
Me? I jumped back.
He was wild!
He might attack!
He climbed and ran and scurried.
Oh my! How he hurried!
He hopped onto the floor.
And scurried right out the door.
He ran and ran with all his might.
I watched him till he was outta site.
That lady in front of me; she was sad.
But me? Boy was I glad!