the shrimp popper button having been pushed,
and then played in triumph,
the happy little group ate their
shrimp perfection meal and
washed it down with tasty gossip.
and a bit of bubbly, too.
then, the night nearly done,
each and every one went home,
and settled into bed,
burping shrimp vapors into
the warm night air,
the sky a virtual parakeet
of stars.
–Carl Miller Daniels