Ode to an Oyster
I
Little grey shelled friend
Crazy was the man or beast
Who first tasted you.
II
But the joke's on us
'Cause you make all the other
Things taste like boring.
III
Seriously, though
You taste so fine. Like making
out with Posiedon.
IV
I'm going to eat
You and so many of your
Friends this Christmas. Soz.
Gingerbread
I
A little bit bread
A little bit ginger, with
A fully sick taste.
II
I would trade all the
Loaves and all the fishes for
One sweet taste of you.
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