Monday, May 18, 2009

Rock Lobster


"We were at a party
His ear lobe fell in the deep
Someone reached in and grabbed it
It was a rock lobster

We were at the beach
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock
It was a rock lobster"

On a recent trip to the "man's store" (Lowe's) for a dryer vent hose thingy, I wondered through the garden section looking for potting soil. There he is...

Now was he on my shopping list? No! Did I need him? No! But he had to come home with me. Why was I drawn to this portly lobster? Is it my Florida roots? My love of the beach? It certainly isn't my love of seafood (my motto is "if it swims...I don't eat it"). Or am I just reminiscing of the frat parties The B-52's concert back in the 80’s? Probably all of the above.

So, in case you missed the frat parties or just want to relive the memories, sing with me (Rock Lobster).

1 comment:

  1. Has Oliver baptised the red rock thingee yet? I want his opinion, thank you very much! Auntie M