A neighbour to our holiday house owns an oyster farm . I scribbled these for him to use in his trade journal
Three songs in praise of oysters
1.
The oyster lies within its shell
Succulent, plump and salty sweet.
Removing it thence may well be hell--
but ah ! the result’s a gourmet treat.
2.
Join not with those benighted fools
who count an oyster’s kilojoules.
Such a project is but a waste--
Simply sit back and enjoy the taste.
3.
The oyster does not venture out
in search of darkly bottled Stout,
since being a quiet humble oyster
he has no deep need to rage and roister .
He leaves that to those who feel they must
use him to further salacious lust
when taking young maidens out to dinners
and plying them with champagne and Guinness
hoping with a gentle mollusc‘s assistance
to overcome a chaste resistance.
Alas , it is the oyster’s fate
that he himself may never mate
but ( according to the old tradition )
he helps young maidens to perdition !
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