Shrimp-poems for everybody

To use a shrimp

You can use a shrimp to many things
With a couple in your hand you can go far

Someone use them as weird shoelases
Others to trick drunk Santa Clauses

I, on the other side, is believing that
the best shrimps should be eaten by two

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You can't boil a shrimp

My first present was a shrimp

When I was a kid

When I was a kid, it was always nice
Saturday night: We never ate rice

On the table a bunch of shrimps
I lost what I had in arms of toys

To clear the shrimps; difficult but funny
I ate so much, more than a bunny

When I sometimes my childness remember
I am so glad that shrimps is living

The destiny of a shrimp

To lay in the garn with tousands of others
To not have others than it self to blame

Not to know what's going to happen
Never driven a 2cv

The destiny of the shrimp is sad and poor
Bur, luckily, it's better than the cod's

A shrimp has company on the table
The thousands of other the same food