Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY NEW CLAM, by STEPHANIE L. BINCKLI

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MY NEW CLAM, by            
First Line: A funny creature is my clam
Last Line: He shuts his shell.
Subject(s): Clams

A funny creature is my clam:
He doesn't seem to give a damn
About how anxiously I am
Watching to see him move.

Without the use of feet or toes
Hands or fingers, eyes or nose,
Straight across the sand he goes
And leaves a groove.

I cannot tell which way he'll face,
When travelling from place to place:
He may bewail his slothsome pace
In much exasperation,

And still, if he could talk aloud
He might be very, very proud
That Nature had so well endowed
A clam with transportation.

'Tis plain he's Master of his Soul;
He asks no aid to find his goal,
Nor even hollow out a hole
Wherein to dwell:

He has no worry, nor a care,
His food is in the water there,
And when the gold fish come and stare,
He shuts his shell.

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