OUT OF MY SHELL


I'm just a crayfish in a bag
they bought for Christmas dinner
I would have been a tasty treat
and made their meal a winner

But I was left there, by the fridge
the bag without a label
And no-one gave a second glance
I never graced the table

No lousy damn acknowledgement
Don't care if I sound petty
This shafted shell-fish in a bag
was getting hot and sweaty

They laughed and joked and all the while
ignored the bagged crustacean
So soon I started simmering in
tangerine frustration

Their celebration came and went
unnoticed bag a'brewing
My juices turned, my meat would taint
i.e. internal stewing...

Later...

If only they could understand
I'm no good left in plastic
If only they had thought to look
I would've been fantastic

If only I could warn them that
my epiderm is oozing
If only they'd just spared a thought
as they continued boozing

They passed me thirty times or more
that afternoon in question
Quite surely now, I'm way past go
and may prompt indigestion

Well all of them can go to hell
the bag has started leaking
Unfortunately, this will be
the last time that I'm speaking

I'm just a bag of crayfish
that was passed by and forgotten
But give it just a week or two
They'll find me once I'm rotten!

(C)