LOVE AND LOBSTERS

 

I love you in the car park

of a popular supermarket chain,

 

then often in the Judo class

where you usually go to train.

 

I love you cracking lobsters

with a twentieth century hammer

 

and later in the wine bar

after twelve tequila slammers.

 

They say there is no future

as the seas are full of plastic

 

and all of us will perish soon,

our morals quite elastic

 

but I will go on loving you,

you make my life complete.

 

I just can't find a closing line

to make this poem neat.

 

 

January 2018