Colossol Shrimpness

whisper in your shell like,
spare me from selfish men
they sell fish - fish that smell-
and we buy it constantly
they strategically drop
stray prawns, falling into cracks
in the crux of a relationship
have you noticed any prawns ?
maybe he removed them
from the cocktail
you thought you bought
at the starter...
their time will dawn
and they will honk
you know not where
they came from..shrimp-like
limpet..razor sharp wit
in waves of slather
begins the tidal onslaught
of subliminal prawn

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Comments
A twisting word game which weaves itself into an intriguing poem.
A pleasure...as always.
J ;)
yes it seems to be a theme..I should make a park for them, or let them run free back into the wild. Incidentally, I dropped a prawn from a sandwich while eating in the driving seat of my car, ever tried recovering a prawn from the steering wheel ensamble....it's night on impossible...