| Patsy's Pigeonhole by Patsy Schultz |
| Okay, here's the first file of who knows how many I may get to put up. If y'all see something here you don't like - close your eyes!! There isn't any rhyme nor reason to things I write, so don't expect this to read like Dickens!! My momma's family is from Maine and I spent a lot of time there growing up. Enjoy!! |
| I am a lobster - a lobster I am I am not called George, or Fred, or Sam They call for me on a roll, Or even in a bisque I'm baked, broiled, steamed Now what have I missed? Ah, yes, it's the stuffing So fluffy and spicy. Alas, I am lonely - as I am so pricey I don't get our much Like burgers and dogs But then, folks eat nicely And don't gulp me like hogs. No french fries or cole slaw Are ordered with me. I'm much too high class For all the commonality I hang out with the rich And the better to do. So pick the way you like me And I'll have dinner with you. I am a lobster - A lobster I am |