The Fernandina Beach Shrimp Festival 2010 Poem by chris bowen

all along the front, the sun, city sun.the dean? he dont want one.the shrimp festival has begun.too many tons of fun in the inner city of fernandina beach.i love to teach and eat a peach as i streak across the street.the other side, has pirate pride, and a horse goes by, i wanna ride.the defied law, yall saw, kids in the hall did their all.nobody's mad, kids are all we had, at the shrimp festival, yall are welcome, to come, eat a warm bun or drink coke in the sun or old rum in a palace, dang alice, straight to the moon, hey palace saloon, ill be there soon.the room is old and haunted, the voom is vaunted.still i trot it out, to the docks, no doubt, be at the mouth of the deepest port, these boats a proper escort for seagulls, they're deck so full of shrimp, caught in nets made of himp.do you pimp a ride, pirate guy? a pretty girl goes by, my heart sails, just like the pirate ships in the old tails.