Wed. Nov. 25,2009, 8am

Can’t be late
Out the gate
Scoot on up
To the Pacific plate

Blazin’ fire
Solar mire
Boats aspire
To pull pots of wire

Crabs galore
Season’s in
On the seabed floor
Is where they begin

Walkin’ sideways
All of their days
Then ‘shock and awe’
When poking in a claw

Quick onto the boat
Crabbers snag the lot
Boilin’ up the brine they go
From pot to pot to pot

-Right here today on the Bo Bay

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