Wednesday, August 20, 2008

CRENSHAW'S GOLD

(for PresbyG who won the Guessing Contest!)




On a very warm Wednesday night
not so very long ago
The Crab Shack down Baltimore way
bore witness to
an event of such magnitude
such world altering importance
that if it were on a grander scale
you would have heard tell of it.

His name was Crenshaw, yes it was
and he was born of the sea
Had only reached his teenaged years
when he was plucked,
trapped and taken to the Crab Shack
shackled by rubber bandage
causing his poor old mama, when she knew,
to weep rivers and buckets of tears.

They plopped him into a glass tank
Yes they did. A see thru one
Right in the middle of the Crab Shack
where folks stared
with their round hungry eyes
pointing with their bandless fingers
choosing who would be next for
the boiling pot of death attack!

Crenshaw was brilliant and strong
and not to be fooled
by the Crab Shack’s hungry mob
so he practiced.
Every night after lights out
He swam, and swam, in spite of bands
and then practiced his jumps
you could only call a reverse dive

And he waited.
For opportunity
Golden

And it came.

On a very warm Wednesday night
even less a time ago
The Crab Shack down Baltimore way
bore witness to
Crenshaw the strongest crab ever's
escape from death by menu
by an amazing leap of courage
and lightening like run to the quay!

Shocked customers and Bill the owner
watched in amazement and awe,
Crenshaw mirroring Phelps up on the big screen
swim to the tank’s bottom,
shoot up like a speeding sky rocket
Fly spinning outta that tank of doom
Land on the sawdust covered floor
and make a run for it as ladies screamed!

Crenshaw ran through the customers,
sideways, as crabs do
Out the door and then stopped to sniff
which way to the sea
Bearing’s got, skittered faster than
Angelo Taylor, jumping street hurdles
miraculously avoiding cars
trucks and pedestrian feet

The Crab Shack customers followed
not believing their eyes
watching Crenshaw’s life saving run
to the quay!
At last standing on the edge
Crenshaw turned to face the large crowd
Freed his bands on a nail
and waved, snapping, “Buh Bye now”

Bill took off his skipper’s cap
held it close to his chest
“That crab there was obviously not
mean to be dinner.
On this Olympic night, this crab is a winner!”
The crowd murmured agreement
As Crenshaw sank to the bottom
Where his mama waited.

On a very warm Wednesday night
not so very long ago
The Crab Shack down Baltimore way
bore witness to
an event of such magnitude
such world altering importance
that if it were on a grander scale
you would have heard tell of it.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

ROFL!!! I LOVE IT!! THANK YOU!!!

You've captured our 'spirit' well here 'down Baltimore way'!

The crab native to this area is the Blue Crab 'callenectes sapidis'('beautiful swimmer'). There's a children's book series here about a Blue Crab named 'Chadwick'...but no 'Crenshaw' until today!

Thank you again!

PresbyG

Diane said...

you're so creative.

Barbara B. said...

Wowser you're good! :)

Thanks for my poem too!!!

Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

This was very enjoyable. Go, Crenshaw!

Lindy said...

I liked that! I also love the TV commercial where the little fish jumps out of some sort of confinement and finds its way back to the sea.

I've said it before... you're a genius!