by Stazja McFadyen

you crazy crawdaddy
crawlin' around drizzly sunday afternoon
clippin' and clappin' your claws like castanets
drippin' with eau de muddy creek
what you tryin' to do
catch you a crawlady?
no one want to be your sugar baby
with a such face only
a blind crawmama could love
crusty old crustacean
i seen better personalities
on rattlesnakes
but honey you sure got
one fine lookin' tail!

© 1997 Stazja McFadyen. Winner of Austin International Poetry Festival's 1998 Christina Sergeyevna Award, First Place. Published in AIPF Di-Verse-City Too Anthology.