I was running errands yesterday,
And Crawfish Shack was on my way.
"I've eaten there before and liked it," I pondered,
"I bet if I eat there again, my money won't be squandered."
Walking in, I saw several kids... I mean, squealing banshees.
I thought this was Crawfish Shack, not Chuck E. Cheese!
The buggers were screeching at high decibel levels.
The old maid in me cursed, "Go to hell, you undisciplined devils!"
I sat down and ordered shrimp po' boy and iced tea.
Better get shrimp while I still can. Thanks, BP!
Anticipating my meal, I drooled like a Pavlovian dog.
Table next to me had good-looking crawfish and corn logs.
Got my po' boy and took a great big ol' bite.
An orgasm inside my stomach the sammich did ignite.
"Heaven... I'm in Heaven," I almost sang aloud.
Just like before, the po' boy had me wowed.
As I eyeballed surfing crab dolls and fake netting,
I asked for my check, but the waitress kept forgetting.
Banshees still screeching and running all around
Really made me wish I couldn't hear a sound.
Would I go back to Crawfish Shack for another po' boy crawl?
Yes, but I'll wait 'til the banshees are in school this fall.