hey, lobotomised lobster.. be careful...

hence a tail of warning...

The Tale of Barbie Ellen..

In scarlet shell, with pincers swell,
was such a lobster dwelling
Made every fisherman drool and sigh
Her name was Barbie Ellen

Sweet William on the sea shore walked
He saw her slender talons
Blushed rosy pink with Barbie shoes
White flesh like tiny melons

Young William called out Barbie love
I think my heart you're breakin'
Your gingham top, your beady eyes
Have sent my thighs a achin'

But slowly slowly she crawled off
And waggled her tail right at 'im
She slid into the frothy sea
That hard hearted pink crustacean

'Twas in the merry month of May
When green seas were a swellin'
Sweet William on his death-bed lay
For the love of Barbie Ellen.

He sent his servant to the shore,
To the rocks where she was a-dwellin',
Cried, "Master bids you come to him,
If your name be Barbie Ellen."

Then slowly, slowly she crawled back,
And slowly went she did eye him,
And when she pulled the curtains back
Said, "Young man, I think you're lyin'.

"Oh, yes, I'm sick, I'm very very sick,
I'm craving soft crustaceans,
my mouth is watering at the sight
Of the fleshy Barbie Ellen."

"Oh, Ken, where are you, Ken my love
Where are you when I need you?
Sick William wants to fondle me
He's of a different breed dear."

And Ken he came in his hiking boots
Beside young William lyin',
He said William, leave my Barbie love
For she's mine for this evenin's fryin'

And Barbie's heart did snap in two
That both men would deceive her
While both men tried to flatter her
Her heart was like a cleaver

Then lightly crawled she down the stairs,
While Ken was in the kitchen
'Tis neither of you who'll get me now,
if my name be Barbie Ellen.

She wandered to the wide green seas
with never a glance behind her
And plunged into the ocean deep
Where nary a man could find her

and sometimes by the soft moon's light
when fisherman are a sleepin'
she sits upon the lonely rocks
a wailin' and a weepin'

will nea man love me for myself
they only want to eat me
I'll ne'er surrender to their tongues
They'll never yet defeat me

From William's grave hung a fisherman's line,
And from Ken's a copper griddle,
While Barbie Ellen e'er does dwell
Where nae man dares to meddle..


freda