Making Moves Poem by Ima Ryma

This lobster lass knows tiz time to
Shuffle forth with and procreate.
Molting and losing my shell do
Mean that tiz time to do a mate.
The main male of the neighborhood
Is where us girls each take a turn
To let him know my go is good.
I pee on him to max his yearn.
The two of us shack up a while,
Getting it on a week or so.
I do rate him smooth on his style,
But when it counts, he's a no go.

On good sperm count this dude did fail -
Gotta go find another tail.