I know, its not much of a rhyme, or poem....but I could not see the end of this thread without say'in a few words about Larry.


I'll tell you tales
Of lobster tails,
agalmatophilia, vinyl, and PVC

Inspired by spawn
To resemble a prawn
Larry's a true beauty of sea

A novelty gift
Inflated to lift
Our spirits, like a "dama de viaje"

Blow things deflate
As a daily fate
But, Larry stayed blown up in our tree

With an air of contempt
Larry was content
Perched over our lives as a friend

But, one day Larry heard
A passerby's words
What the hell is that lobster thing for?

A question he asked
As his tree hours passed
What use do I serve being here?

He pined for the sea
To find family
Who could answer this question of life

He planned the escape
A big break to make
When the winds could loosen his ties

On a June breezy night
Larry took flight
Free, escaping the tree as the plan

Short freedom was found
For, a fall to the ground
Deflated Larry's seams beyond repair

Not knowing, nor told
How lives will unfold
Nor, how it's all scripted to end

We march to a fate
Whether natural or fake
With questions of why we are here

Now, friend, look in the tree
There's no Larry to see
But, it does not mean that he's not there

RIP