Deviled Crabs Poem by John Shea

They walked their walk
With sharp stinky feet
Up and down the beach
Searching for treats
I followed them with glee
For what they taught me
A homeless veteran
With a meal from a can
Of deviled crab Tossed by my toes
I ate it for free
Now comes the prose I ate it for free
That is important for people like me
Deviled crabs are my scouts on the beach
Teaching me lessons from high
Where their is a will we survive.