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if i were an oyster
i'd be smelly and slimy
just plain gross, bright green
stinky and grimy
if i were an oyster
i'd taste gawd-awful bad
the poor sap that ate me
would have 2 be mad
if i were an oyster
it would make more sense
to be eaten by an old man
with imputance
if i were an oyster
i'd help out the elderly
i'd put them in the mood
and send them 2 be early
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If I were an Oyster
PoetryThis quirky poem was written on the 277th step of Jacob's Ladder in Dunedin New Zealand.
