Crepuscular crustacean, your behavior is all wrong!
You’re not the
type who should be active during dusk and dawn
You’re a
walking piece of dinner if at twilight you are seen
Gobbled by a
bobcat, rat or skunk--all creatures vespertine
And when you
go adventuring at dawn (that’s called matutinal)
You’re likely
to be eaten by a wandering marsupial
Oh dumb crustacean, don’t go out in times that we call
liminal!
It’s dangerous and wrong, and some would say it’s almost
criminal
Imagine if, because of you, the others turned crepuscular?
Your colony would be devoured by creatures much more
muscular!
And plus, you are an eyesore, like a scrawl of black
graffiti
Defacing this fine sunrise I’m enjoying with my sweetie
We’re curled up on the beach, all warm and cozy, almost
fetal
And you come crawling up like some deformed aquatic beetle
Go back to sleep, you numbskull—wait ‘til night to stroll
about!
Then I won’t have to see you, ‘cause in truth, you creep me
out.
