This is what we call a nonsense poem. It is a story about a crab being in love with a seagull, a bird that lives by the ocean. We know it is not possible for such a thing to happen, normally a sea gull would eat the crab, but it still makes a funny story.
Protruding to poke out, to be above the surface
Wistfulness a sort of sadness, wishing
Sparse not many, only a few
Mascara make-up to put on your eyelashes
Blush your cheeks to go pink
A tad slang for a little bit, not much
Soar to fly freely
Wheel to fly freely, in circles
Wed to be married at a wedding
Jeep a kind of car
Lair nest, den, home
Bliss to be very happy
‘Miss Sand crab,’ said the seagull, ‘Oh your beauty drives me mad
Your eyes of red protruding show wistfulness so sad
With lashes rather sparse, and mascara’d just a tad
Oh yes my lovely sand crab, your beauty drives me mad.’
The sand crab blushed with pleasure, she dropped her eyes demure
And fluttered her few lashes, of seagull’s love was sure
She gave a gentle tender smile extending one front claw
‘Although we might be oddly matched our love is so secure.’
‘I want to be your husband to cherish and to hold,’
‘That could be difficult,’ she said, ‘cause you love warm, not cold.
And I live ‘neath the waters while you soar in clouds folds
We’re not exactly suited,’ the lovesick gull was told.
‘I’m sure we’ll get around it, such problems are not rare
If you’ll move to the cave here I’ll build a nest of hair
In day time you’ll go swimming, while I wheel in the air
Then nights of endless passion together we can share.’
‘You first must ask my father,’ the sand crab doubtful said
‘No problem,’ said the seagull as he lifts his proud white head
‘I’ll be a model son in law an honest life I’ve led
I’m sure he will accept me. Oh yes, he’ll let us wed.’
‘I want a golden ring,’ said she ‘to prove your love so deep.’
‘I’ll buy you one for every leg with diamond fires that leap.’
‘For you,’ she said, ‘I’ll buy a comb your feathers fine to sweep
For outings and for shopping, I’ll buy the latest Jeep.’
So seagull married sand crab, t’was the wedding of the year
She wore a gown of kelp and pearls, his penguin suit he aired
They settled down in wedded bliss, a most unusual pair
And raised one hundred crab gulls in their hair lined cave like lair.
Questions for review.
- Describe a sea gull.
- Describe a sand crab.
- Is it possible for them to marry? Why or why not?
- What kind of poem is this?
- Why did the sand crab say ‘you must ask my father?’
- ‘ ‘Cause you love warm not cold’. What does this mean?
- What is mascara and would a crab use this?
- What do you think of this poem? Is it funny? Silly? Romantic?
©Lana Kerr www.englishstoriesforfun.com