The picture poem I'm posting is a poem about my hermit crab, Jeff. He was a really big red hermit crab in a purple shell with oragne squiggles and dots. My friend, Mike, gave him to me because he couldn't keep him anymore. When he brought Jeff over in an old shoebox, the first thing I did was put him on my bed, with the box upside down toprevent escape, so I could make room for him in the tank I keep my other crab, Diamond, in. (Don't make fun of me because the crab's name is Diamond. I got her when I was 8 years old.) I ended up leaving the room for a second too long, and Jeff manage to some how lift the bttom of the box up, put it back down onto the lid, and crawl in to the purple blanket that was sprawled across my bed. I came back picked up the box, freaked out, and yanked the sheets off my bed. I found Jeff when he rolled off the blanket as I pulled it off and landed on the bed. From that day on, we always called Jeff the Houdini because of his great escape act. These are the words to the poem.
The greatest escape artist of all time,
The Houdini of the century,
Is small and fiery red,
Wearing purple, speckled orange.
The Houdini of the year,
Arrives, not in a fancy car,
Not a limo or things of grandeur,
But, in a shoebox.
The box with magician,
Is place upon my bed.
The package seemingly secured,
I take leave for a moment.
But, alas, a moment too long,
As I return to box upturned,
The Houdini gone,
In the sea of my purple blanket.
In despair,
I take the grand magician as gone,
Half heartedly searching the mound of sheets,
Into which he blends nicely.
In desperation,
The sheet flies off,
And in resounding cheers of relief,
The escape artist of the century
Is found.
He might not speak English,
He may not plain speak,
But in silence,
He's made a statement.
I may be small,
But I am great,
As, from my prison,
I escape.
I disappear
Without a trace,
Leaving nothing at all
To lead you.
I become invisible,
Without changing.
Unlike others,
I stay the same.
When all seems lost,
I return,
Ending my performance,
With a grand re-entrance.
Yes, I am small to you,
But to me,
I will always be big.
The greatest escape artist,
The True Houdini of the Century.
I laugh and shake my head,
As I ponder this one thought-
What a queer and boastful thing
For a little crab to say.
The most amazing talent,
Can come in the oddest forms.
The Houdini of the Century,
Is but a little hermit crab,
Named Jeff.
