July 03, 2005
Isn't that the burger joint squid's trying to save?
It is not even some sort of oyster bar? That seems strange.
I would make it an oyster bar and have the waitresses wear white aprons that would have a black triangle strategically placed on the front of the apron.
Your talents are wasted on the law, bernockle.
the clam is happy
at high tide
inside its shell
it likes to hide
is it a boy?
is it a girl?
we don't know
but it's
not a pearl
sir, as a clam
I must protest
don't cast our lot
into your pot!
know these brave oysters
you'd consume
can bring on you a gristly doom
if eaten in July, a month
that lacks an R
you'll die at once
tiny oyster
in the sea
drifting past
so haplessly
how can ye rest
without a bed?
how can ye think
without a head?
where will ye finally put
your foot?
I guess ye'll end
in a chowder pot.
I don't suppose
I'll give a damn
if I never eat another
breaded clam
I like clams
but they don't like me
we co-exist
in misery
There was a theif
Who's name was Sam
That's all he'd give
Then up he'd clam.
Wham!
Bam!
Thank you,
Clam.
That'd be spoken to a geoduck, one presumes?
The Presumption of the Geoduck
unlike a Viking run amuck
consists in sticking up its hose
or siphon or elephant's nose
from the muck wherein it grows
and beds in century-long repose.
I tried to find a rhyme for geo-
but I gave up and wrote Pfui.
The geoduck's habitat's chewy muck.
You can eat him, if he has screwy luck.
Huey, Dewie and Louie Duck
are no relation to the geoduck.
*applauds*
A geoduck I'd never heard
A clam you say, that's quite absurd
The Chinese call them elephant trunks
In pacific sand it's quickly sunk
They could be eaten on a tostada
In Washington or Clam-a-da
Geoduck, oh Geoduck, I have partaken of you raw
New Year's toast and sparkling crystal ball
She pronounced you "gwee-duck" and slit your skin
Proclaiming, "A male penis without the twins!"
Diced and slivered, you were placed on a bed of rice
Dipped in clam juices, we ate you not once, but twice!
the breaded bearded clam
is tasty though I'm prone
to break out in a thousand hives
if I barely mibble the end of one
heheh. Sometimes your mis-typing is the best, beezerino
I do not like them frozen
Though raw I'd never take
I like them by the dozen
Them oysters, get 'em baked!
Wot's wrong? Don't ye ever mibble things?
Your beard clenched the silt on oceans afar
The shores now littered of scoured glass shards
A family of bivalves, you dug in deep
Wetted your foot and hoped for a feast
Now here you are, washed ashore and exposed
The final hurrah! in natures brute discourse
The bearded clam,
Greybeard
very nice SMT! )!
Who is Greybeard?
Where is he
that haunted the 'filter
so merrily?
We knew him once
and then he fled
into The Silence
between the threads.
Greybeard: Monkeyfilter's Todd Lokken.
Only Todd Lokken returned. I fear we chased Greybeard away.
I feel kind of bad about that.
To Greybeard! Wherever you are, my good grump!
this thread's a tribute
to the clam
who in the ocean lies
and lies
deeper and longer
than politician
longer than the half-life
of cold fusion
clam little says
and little does
glad to be what
yesterday he was
I get boisterous
eatin' oysters
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