Jose O. The Spanish Crab
Jose O. The Spanish Crab
Out of the ocean, off a beach in north Spain
a pescador plucked me, on a day full of rain.
From a trap he did pull me,
I just couldn't break free.
He sold me, they served me, on a bed of romaine.
My name's J. Olero, a crabby good name.
Innocent, good natured, not one to complain.
But should you stay and listen,
your eyes might start to glisten,
as I chant this dirge, my final refrain.
Now I'm here in sunny Florida.
I don't love Biscayne Corrida.
I'd do it all over if only I could;
and next time beware of traps made of wood.
Then I'd still be undersea en Espana.
Hecho en Florida from a Galician spider crab shell, papier-mâché, broken glass rods from Vermont, resin, beads and a twig.
My base is raku. I am painted with acrylics and sealed with clear enamel.
H - 15 inches W - 8.5 inches Depth - 6 inches
