I came across a crab
Strolling on the beach,
And paused to admire
His stride:
Muscular legs held
Up a stony shell as
He marched ever onwards,
Sideways, back to the ocean.
He paused also, as if
Admiring my own gait,
And so I asked, “Mr. Crab,
Why are you walking sideways?”
Only later did I realise that,
As I asked him that question,
He must have been thinking
The exact same thing of me.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC
I came across a crab
Strolling on the beach,
And paused to admire
His stride:
Muscular legs held
Up a stony shell as
He marched ever onwards,
Sideways, back to the ocean.
He paused also, as if
Admiring my own gait,
And so I asked, “Mr. Crab,
Why are you walking sideways?”
Only later did I realise that,
As I asked him that question,
He must have been thinking
The exact same thing of me.
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