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| "ODE TO CLAM CLOWDER" |
| Damn that clam! How I love it! Smothered in the thick, sumptuous, oh so delicate broth. Transfixed, I take up the state of a fluttering moth For its tastiness. But none would ever know the affection I essentially abide �twere it left to Campbells� recipe guide. A love misinterpreted, misguided, misplaced Like the nervous lips of a newbie on my face. Unbearable it is to think they assume That potatoes release my enshrouding gloom At the dinner table. I feverishly without regard for the celery�s safety Wade cream for my beloved clam meat, baby. But the potatoes insist on suspending my joy So fast I eat them and then oh boy! Finally the spoon, laden and shivering, Arises bearing the savor of my labor And I chew the pale sea mollusk, quivering. |