The Lobster Pot Poem

A lonely lobster pot 

A pot without a lobster                                         

Sits lonely on the beach
I wonder where the lobster is
Oh surely out of reach.
Does it sit upon a dinner plate 

Or in a stew somewhere?

I wonder where the lobster is
I hope it's out of reach ...
As the empty pot sits still
Upon the stony beach.     

By Beanonymous  

This brightened my morning - which included a visit to the Lung Lady.  One test OK, one test not so good as last time.  I only hope it might be down to tiredness as I have just had an exhausting weekend.  

And, like the mysterious poet, I also hope the lobster got away.