The Oyster Ode
An ode should be sung
As oysters touch tongue.
What food!
Silent salt marsh food.
Once at the feet of Lady Liberty food
Poisoned there by Standard oil food,
Yet in a dish named for the Rockefeller’s food.
Unable to flee food.
Pounded by pollution food
Now poisoned by BP food.
Devastated by parasite food
Always overfished food
Forced to be farmed food
Gem making jewel of a food
Once for the poor food
Now for the rich food
Shipped to gourmets by air food.
Such glorious food
Magic mollusk food
Star starfish food
Ideal Native American food
Beloved love food
Eat it raw food
Powerful and potent food
Served in the nude food
Outstanding when stewed food
Forbidden to Jew food
Good with a brew food
No need to chew food
Helps men to do it food
Easy to digest food
Protein providing food
Zinging in zinc food
Overflowing with Omega 3 food
High in vitamin A, B, C, E, and K food
Hard for some to look at food
Hangover helping food
Alive when swallowed food
Dead when digested food
Hard for some to take food
Reminds some of something else food.
Shucked of their shells and served at a bar food;
Thought best when served in a month with an R food.
Highest of High Foods
Finest of Fine Foods.
An ode to be sung
As oysters touch tongue.
A prayer should be said
For all the Gulf’s Dead.
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