On a drive thru Mandeville one fall,
My Dad stopped at a roadside stall.
He bought red shrimp in bags of
paper,
The aroma was the scent of shrimp
and pepper.
Baked so well, there was no need to
shell,
Popped one into my mouth, my Jaw
fell.
Fire in the hole I yelled, as my sis
snickered,
She bit into hers...
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