Poems from the Past

I wanted to write a poem using the word

Crusteacean. 

Ta Da!

I didn't say it needed to be good.

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Oh lobster. Oh lobster. 

Your buttery goodness is manafest in your saucy tongue.

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The Back of the Comic

Can you draw me?

Can you fill me in?

Dissect me?

Infect me?

See through me - around me.

Can you draw me?

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I wrote a note to Braughdigan

He never read it.

He's dead.

I think.

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I will read a poem to a co-worker.

They won't get it.

Neither will I.

Coffee will get colder.

       part one

I will read a poem to a baby.

He will look at me as if I were a fruit cake.

He's never seen a fruit cake - He's a baby'

       part two

I will read a poem and realize that I've gone too far with a concept that can't support more than three parts.

       part three

I will read a poem to myself and note that I've intentionally left some blank space      for comedy.

Then I will realize that the joke doesn't work if you can't see it.

      part four

I have read the poems I will read to myself and others. 

Drawn a picture and not gone to bed when I should have.

     part five