The oyster voicing his complaint. <br />Disturbs the peace beneath the sea. <br />The haddocks say that he is quaint <br /> a relic from prehistory. <br />He will not move to seek his prey, <br />stays firmly anchored in one place. <br />He says this the oyster’s way. <br />They weren’t designed to hunt and chase. <br />We were not meant to move at all. <br />Our food supposed to come to us, <br />provide us with the wherewithal <br /> to maintain life without a fuss. <br />Oysters prefer to stay in bed <br /> and wait in patience to be fed. <br /> <br />10-Apr-08<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tradition-rules-todays-idiocy/
