Short, broad, more of less flattened--
no wonder I’m crabby!
I’d like two legs and satin
that would make me happy.
Though my abdomen is small,
I am not really cute.
Both my eyes are on short stalks
and there’s sand in my shoot.
Short, broad, caught and then eaten
you know why I’m grouchy.
I’d like a string bikini . . .
svelte . . . who cares if mousey?
I’d like the wind in my hair
to be limber, have sheen.
Always wet, a crustacean . . .
my revenge . . . to be mean!
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