Sam the clam
sat so sadly in the sand
doing his very, very best
to clean his precious pearl
this beloved bulb of his
once viewed as so terribly grand
when he was through
alas he found
that he could not quite stand
the very ordeal of releasing
his tiny, little globed hue
so he went back in
and fumed and polished
then polished and fumed
within his shut up shell
all a slam
thinking to his salty, little , slimy
self
well, all of it to the far scattered
winds be fanned
I will sooner keep my pretty, little
polished pearl
than the ocean itself will make blue
berry jam......................
(Jan. 19, 1999)