SOME NICE DAYS WE DRIVE ABOUT
To find where people cloister
To kill some time and drink white wine
And eat some briny oysters
The way the tastes meld in my mouth
My senses are increased
It harkens back to Hemingway
As he wrote in “A Moveable Feast”
The key is the guy with the glove and the knife
Making sure each is perfectly shucked
So they float in the brine as they’re biding their time
And are waiting to be dressed and sucked
Some people prefer them with cocktail sauce
But horseradish satisfies others
Crackers are set with a tart mignonette
‘Cause each person has got their own druthers
I like a little Tabasco
Donna likes hers with nothing at all
It’s a treasure enjoyed by the dozen
Order up, slurp ‘em down, have a ball!

Thoughts? jeffburkhart@primetimerhymes.com

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