Stopping by Red Lobster on a Snowy Evening
(Literally inspired by Leviticus 11:9-12)
It was quiet at Red Lobster
When I walked in the door
I was simply there to speak the truth, nothing less and nothing more
I held my nose as I looked at the tables, quite certain what I’d find there
With God on my side, I strode past the hostess
For I had a message to share.
At table seven were two young men on a date sharing a bisque
They seemed to enjoy the meal to the full. They were unaware of the risk.
“I can see that is lobster you’re eating. It has neither fins nor scales
If you keep this food in your diet
No number of prayers will prevail.
Put down your fork and your knife now
Flee this restaurant while you still can
This seafood abomination is swimming across our fair land.:”
I moved to a table, eleven I think,
Where there sat a family of five
They seemed quite content, but I must declare
“Those people should not be alive!!
“Sir, you’re eating salmon which has scales and fins it’s true
But your six year old old popping popcorn SHRIMP! Tell me what kind of father are you?!
Put down your fork and your knife now
Flee this restaurant while you still can
This seafood abomination is swimming across our fair land.:”
My job’s far from over. My mission it is clear
A Pappadeaux’s here
Long John Silver’s there.
I’ll take it where ever He leads me
E’en Maine if that be the Lord’s will
Wherever they’re eating the finless and scale less
Wherever the butter sauce spills
Put down your fork and your knife now
Flee this restaurant while you still can
This seafood abomination is swimming across our fair land.
_
Mike Tauser who resides in Houston, Texas is known as the Royal Worm in some circles. He has written haiku in Japanese, Twitter Ku in English, and occasional melodies on his guitar so his poems will be a bit more interesting or at least easy to listen to.
(Literally inspired by Leviticus 11:9-12)
It was quiet at Red Lobster
When I walked in the door
I was simply there to speak the truth, nothing less and nothing more
I held my nose as I looked at the tables, quite certain what I’d find there
With God on my side, I strode past the hostess
For I had a message to share.
At table seven were two young men on a date sharing a bisque
They seemed to enjoy the meal to the full. They were unaware of the risk.
“I can see that is lobster you’re eating. It has neither fins nor scales
If you keep this food in your diet
No number of prayers will prevail.
Put down your fork and your knife now
Flee this restaurant while you still can
This seafood abomination is swimming across our fair land.:”
I moved to a table, eleven I think,
Where there sat a family of five
They seemed quite content, but I must declare
“Those people should not be alive!!
“Sir, you’re eating salmon which has scales and fins it’s true
But your six year old old popping popcorn SHRIMP! Tell me what kind of father are you?!
Put down your fork and your knife now
Flee this restaurant while you still can
This seafood abomination is swimming across our fair land.:”
My job’s far from over. My mission it is clear
A Pappadeaux’s here
Long John Silver’s there.
I’ll take it where ever He leads me
E’en Maine if that be the Lord’s will
Wherever they’re eating the finless and scale less
Wherever the butter sauce spills
Put down your fork and your knife now
Flee this restaurant while you still can
This seafood abomination is swimming across our fair land.
_
Mike Tauser who resides in Houston, Texas is known as the Royal Worm in some circles. He has written haiku in Japanese, Twitter Ku in English, and occasional melodies on his guitar so his poems will be a bit more interesting or at least easy to listen to.
