Periwinkles when annoyed
by crabs take steps to make shells thicker,
or go in hiding to avoid
the predators that make them sicker.
The ocean, soaking up the C-
O2 that we’re producing, now
has dropped its pH and the sea,
dissolving calcium, won’t allow
the periwinkles to makes shells
that crabs can’t crack, and so they must
all hide from crabby ne’er-do-wells
or by the predators be bust.
I think my shell is getting thicker
and when my enemies, acidic,
attack me, I resort to liquor,
and merrily become hassidic.
(11/6/07)
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