In a quaint corner of tales untold,
Where Cooper’s Seafood House unfolds,
Wednesdays weave a poetic spree,
A symphony of flavors, oh, come and see.

Wine Down Wednesday, a melody so fine,
Half Price Bottles Of Wine, like aged vintage wine.
Sip and savor, let the worries sway,
As the ambiance at Cooper’s steals the day.

Lobster Lover Wednesdays, a feast of the sea,
A half-pound treasure, a culinary decree.
With French fries and coleslaw, a dance of delight,
At just 19.99, a seafood dream takes flight.

Happy Hour, a twilight reverie,
From 5 to 7, a jubilee.
Craft drafts dance in glasses tall,
And freshly shucked oysters, a coastal call.

Half-price craft drafts, a liquid embrace,
Virginia salt oysters, a taste of grace.
In this haven where Wednesdays shine,
Cooper’s Seafood House, a place divine.

So gather ’round, friends, on this midweek day,
Let Cooper’s enchant, let worries sway.
With wine, lobster, and laughter in the air,
A Wednesday’s tale at Cooper’s, beyond compare.