The Crab
by Barry Louis Polisar
And then there's the crab,
Who complains bitterly
About how things aren't how
She wants them to be.
She moves very slowly,
Inch upon inch;
With her claws she will paw you
And give you a pinch.
She's crusty, she's crass,
She's also quite rude,
And if she's not careful--
She ends up as food.
Copyright by Barry Louis Polisar
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