[Mister Saint]: 79.Poetry.An Acrostic About A Hermit Crab

*A poem written for my advanced poetry writing workshop. The other class members have an incredibly irritating habit of ignoring titles and complaining that they don't know what a poem is about (re: 79.poetry.tank was one of them. It says TANK in the fricking title, but people told me they didn't know what it was about) and this poem is for them!

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An Acrostic About a Hermit Crab

P incers of red or brown and white
L ay not quite still on the beach,
E dging left and right
A s their owner peeks about to search for shells and gulls.
S and parts to either side,
E yes, set on stalks in crab shell, blink in the light.

R ising further from the powdery dune, it's busy
E ating bits of something sandwichy
A nd dry, but tasty, left by humans.
D inner comes when dinner comes-- not to be ignored.

T asty thing devoured,
I t waves its wobbling crabeyes
T oward the sudden sparkle of departed houses
L ying by the foamy surf, sparkling mud and sand and shells
E ntwined, like trees and vines for monkeys,
S creaming "Real Estate!"

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*After presenting the crab poem to [Nightshadow], who totally got it, I wrote this addendum for my esteemed classmates. It's also acrostic.

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S omeone on the other line
U nderstood just what I meant to say,
C atching every meaning,
K issed with humor.

I t's not that hard
T o read a title, is it?
!