I've named my Clam, Irene, although I'm sure it is a male, and so, Before his spirit gets too low, I want a female for him. His right Divine to be a sire, (There is no aspiration higher), Shall justify his deep desire For baby clams who would adore him. For each male creature is at loss If he has not someone to boss And blame things on, when he is cross: (The gold fish quite ignore him), So he should have a Mate, to maul, A wife on whom to blame his "fall", And little clamlets who would bawl And for clemency implore him. If you've a female clam to sell, And she would amiably dwell Within his heart, but her own shell, And if she's "for" him, He now extends this invitation To come and share his habitation, And there is just one stipulation -- She must not bore him. Which merely proves I'm not an intellectual -- Surely I should have known clams are asexual. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS MORITURI SALUTAMUS [WE WHO ARE TO DIE SALUTE YOU] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IMPRESSIONS: LES SILHOUETTES by OSCAR WILDE THE PROMETHEUS VINCTUS OF AESCHYLUS by AESCHYLUS IMAGES: 2 by RICHARD ALDINGTON COMPANION OF QUIET by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |