Divin' Deep there's guttural
gurgles and burbling bubbles
Jivin' in the Respirator.
I dive deeper, still deeper
than I've ever been before.
The seabed is littered
with littoral lie-there's
just layin' about,
praying to be picked up
by some swim-on-buy kid like me.
It's a jalopy junk-yard down there.
Old shells long discarded by hermit crabs
looking for joyrides in new gigs,
and sporty convertible squats in RV's.
Shells discarded are great do-uppers
for crabs putting on some weight.
No one is homeless down there
for every shell discarded,
is reborn to live the ever-after-life
decreed by need and lay-buys
in Davy Jones' Locker.
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Author:
John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
i like it....good stuff;
A bit of fun and word play. Glad you liked it. Thanks for your reply. Cheers
very creative, a ride along
with crawling shell's
a drainage experience, of life
worded: vividly poetic..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thanks for your kind words. I love word play. It's fun. Cheers
Truly entertaining
Glad you liked it. Going deep can be fun sometimes. Cheers
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