The Lobster

Please stun me before you boil me alive,
otherwise my spirits will take a dive,
you hear me squealing - do you have no feeling?
It's my precious life with which you're dealing.

I was quite happy scavenging on the sea bed,
digging in crags and crannies near Club Med,
I had to watch out for the nets and lines,
getting a leg over was one of the signs.

They were trawling along on a stupid day trip,
when I got to the surface, I gave a nasty nip,
there must have been something that I lack,
because someone decided to throw me back.

Please don't eat me, treat me, as your friend,
I think that this is a nice poem I have penned!