Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Fisherman's Wharf #151
The pelicans on Fisherman's Wharf seem to be doing fine They eat foods of different moods that people leave behind The fishermen on Fisherman's Wharf are throwing out a line They catch a dish of gourmet fish that pelicans can't find The sea lions on Fisherman's Wharf are barking out of tune They clap fins with applauding fans who imitate their moves The romantics on Fisherman's Wharf are kissing neath the moon They hope to find a state of mind that sea lions approve The crustaceans on Fisherman's Wharf are enormous in size They clasp tanks and live under planks before the tourist's eyes The clientele on Fisherman's Wharf are genius in disguise They leave their shells or they will smell crustaceous otherwise -Lighthouse Bob |
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Fisherman`s Wharf #151
Fisherman`s Wharf #151