by the resident NMMC poet
The crabbing season starts quite soon,
but this year I’m away,
I’m heading south for sunshine
on a cruising holiday.
I’m grateful to Fred Olsen
for scheduling his ships,
so the only fish that I shall see
is on a plate, with chips.
Some Volunteers quite like it,
although I can’t see why,
I’d rather be at home in bed
or sit and watch paint dry.
The crabs can’t really like it,
but I guess they’re not too bright,
One fateful mouthful’s all it takes,
no wonder they take fright!!
