A crab might compete with a lobster for grotesqueness
rolling back carpets or just have one claw
feeding upsidedown in an underwater whirlwind
or wearing fancy stripes with plaid
but the lobster will just sit there
letting the tomfoolery tumble over her backside
she’ll do nothing but let her whiskers be taken
in time-honored ribbons by the swift dark sea
not moving an inch and win by a mile