How maddening it was to our friend the mollusk
to be subjected almost every day
(and sometimes more)
to the callous cliche that haunts a bi-valve’s life.
Each time someone,
oft-times fork in hand,
thoughtlessly uttered the bitter oath,
the mollusk would feel himself shrinking,
as if he could escape the narrative of fate.
“No one,” he thought, “should be happy as a clam.”