Dear Abby,
I'm crabby. Never realized my dreams! I wanted long legs . . . among other things.
Sick of the sand, tired of crawling around with my pinchers stuck in the ground.
I’m tired of being wet all of my life . . . people catching me, probing with a knife.
Maybe I am a grouch, but I’m lonely. Nobody has a thing to do with me!
I’m about ready to give up trying. No spark in my eyes . . . slowly I’m dying.
Please pass on these hints to those who can read. Be grateful and share with others in need. You . . . I adore though you’re not up to speed. Grouches are needed as much as a weed.
Yours,
Crabby
HEE HEE!! Cute write! I have those moments where I am like that little crab...CRABBY! And you DON'T wanna' be around me when I get crabby; I can get UGGGGGGGLY! Enjoyed! (((HUGS))) and love, your friend in Texas (who is NOT "crabby" today), Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on September 6, 2003
LOL...awwwwwww Sandra poor lil crabby! Now you have me totally regretting the fact I love to eat crabs..................well maybe not all to totally...LOL
This is cute, and wise for we do need those crabbies to keep our lives interesting. Very Nice Sweet Adorable lil write, and thank you for sharing!
~Nikki~
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Tami
Cute write! I admit, we all get crabby at one time or and other; and some walks around like that too when they want to bonk others out of their ways.
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
This is cute, and wise for we do need those crabbies to keep our lives interesting. Very Nice Sweet Adorable lil write, and thank you for sharing!
~Nikki~