I are a ‘apply little oyster, <br /> just lurking in me shell. <br />lying on the ocean bed <br />suits me very well. <br /> <br />I don’t go far from where I are, <br />cos I am quite attached. <br />I lets me foughts go wandering <br />and as done since I ‘atched <br />. <br />No matter where they wander. <br />matter where they roam. <br />They don’t have far to look for me, <br />cos I’m a stay at home. <br /> <br />The oddest foughts go frough me head, <br />while safe beneaf the drink. <br />Cos when you can’t go very far, <br />you ‘as to sit and fink. <br /> <br />I wonder can a ‘addock sing? <br />or a codling ride a bike? <br />Are mussels ever muscle bound, ? <br />do crabs come out on strike? <br /> <br /> I’m a native of these waters <br />that’s all I claim to be <br /> a’appy little oyster <br />wot lives beneaf the sea <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />.<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/appy-oyster-for-m-lady-tara/
