I so do love your savory taste, boiled or grilled with some garlic butter dripping down your sides, cleaning my mouth with some small bread.
I will miss you greatly as your extinction from our waters is coming sooner than later.
I never thought as a young boy I would see the end of your existence. I remember a time when the boats came laden with your kind, ready for our grill.
I used to see you crawling about on the sea bottom and think how tasty you looked.
Today, our elected officials sit on their royal bottoms as you become a memory and I fear evil must be winning as good men do nothing.
I hear stories of your abduction by those with fist full of few dollars. It’s like lobster trafficking. Unfortunately, nobody loves you like I do.
Our visitors will now travel to other islands where you are protected and safe until the ripe old age of presenting yourself on the dinner plate.
Our politicians cry we have no money to protect the seas forgetting the loss of income is much greater.
Imagine the embarrassment of serving guests a plate with imitation crab? I’m not even sure what imitation crab is.
As for those fisher persons who like claiming their rights as Antiguans are being violated, they are just busy selling our souls to the highest bidder for a pocket full of change.
What will they sell the next day after you my dear lobster are gone? I’m buying my dog a disguise just in case he seems a bit nervous.
Won’t someone please save the lobsters before it’s too late?