Tuesday Poetics: Mistakes

Today CC is our guest prompter at the dVerse Poets Pub.  She reminds us “Even Monkeys Fall from Trees” meaning, we all have made, make, will make mistakes.  I am writing about a series of events way back in the day – a day that will live in the minds of many – Kani no Tsunami –  crab tsunami. Come join us at dVerse today!

Kani no tsunami
The day began as many others
back in the wild days of my youth.
My cousin Billy was coming over from Jersey
and plans had been made for epic events.
My roommate was pumped, she thought Billy was cool.
At that time I lived on Long Island and one thing was sure.
Be at one of the numerous docks when
The fishing boats came in and
Fresh wondrous catches could be bought for a song
(and a couple of dollars!)
Crabs….I had in mind – crabs.
Steamed with Old Bay seasoning
Butter and cold beer to drink. Oh yes.
Billy arrived and the day of mistakes began.
I had made a two quart pitcher of kamikazes
And they were all cold in the fridge and waiting.
We toasted each other. He broke out a joint.
First things first before we headed to the dock.
The fishing boats rolled in and we found the crab boat.
A bushel of crabs, all snapping and clicking
A bushel of crabs for $2 and no change.
The waterman shoveled crabs into a brown paper bag
And then another bag.
He offered to sell us the basket for $1 but ….
Into the backseat of the car the bags were set.
The crabs kept us company as we chugged Kamikazes
From a thermos and shared another joint.
Arrived back at home I grabbed one damp bag,
Billy grabbed the other.
And yeah, you know what’s coming, don’t you?
Barely inside, first his bag and then mine BURST!!!!!!
Crabs, crabs, everywhere were crabs.
Scuttling and snapping and blowing our minds…
Angry crabs, pissed off crabs, hungry crabs.
We jumped onto the coffee table screaming like – well,
screaming like little girls.
Billy and I clutched each other wondering,
What do we do now?
I finally jumped and made a dash for the kitchen
grabbed a broom and began herding those darn crabs.
Billy helped and we herded them into the bathroom and
Pushed them into the tub.
We didn’t want crabs anymore.
They ended up being put into a garbage can and taken
down to the beach and freed back into the surf.
I’m sure they had tales to tell
About the day they invaded dry land dwellers.
To this day, Billy gets the twitches
when you mention crabs.
So take my advice and don’t make our mistakes:
Stay sober and buy the damn basket for a buck.

public domain photo

public domain photo

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