Eyed Clams

A Poem by clam-eyed

Some poetry doesn't hurt

When the venerated sun was overdone
The uterus shed while humorous bled
Spilled all over the floor; a cosmic holler unlocked the back door
And as we saw the devil's claw, it made us shout
The young brave boy poked him in his gout
The acid and salts sensed the austere frore; insanity asked for more
Eyed clams are submerse in the Atlantic ocean; fuse in three to nurture the potion
Hurry, time is gone
It's a curse to sublime the prawn