Mary,
Lobsters disgust me, Barry.

For Peter Gray, and Somers too, though certainly in trade,
Were properly particular about the friends they made;
And somehow thus they settled it without a word of mouth --
That Gray should take the northern half, while Somers took the South.

On Peter's portion oysters grew -- a delicacy rare,
But oysters were a delicacy Peter couldn't bear,
On Somers' side was turtle, on the shingle lying thick,
Which Somers couldn't eat, because it always made him sick.

Gray gnashed his teeth with envy as he saw a mighty store,
Of turtle unmolested on his fellow-creature's shore.
The oysters at his feet aside impatiently he shoved,
For turtle and his mother were the only things he loved.

From W S Gilbert's 'Etiquette'

Not quite lobsters, & It doesn't help the symptoms, but it may raise a smile.