Appy Oyster for the amusement of M lady Emma

a nonsense poem

‘Appy Oyster

 

I are a ‘appy little oyster,

 just lurking in me shell.

lying on the ocean bed

suits me very well.

 

I don’t go far from where I are,

cos I am quite attached.

I lets me foughts go wandering

and as done since I ‘atched

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No matter where they wander.

matter where they roam.

They don’t have far to look for me,

cos I’m a stay at home.

 

The oddest foughts go frough me head,

while safe beneaf the drink.

Cos when you can’t go very far,

you ‘as to sit and fink.

 

I wonder can a ‘addock sing?

or a codling ride a bike?

Are mussels ever muscle bound,?

do crabs come out on strike?

 

 I’m a native of these waters

that’s all I claim to be

 a’appy little oyster

wot lives beneaf the sea

 

 

 

 

 

 

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