I wished them a ‘Happy Oyster!”
they didn’t catch my drift;
they just stood upon the shoreline,
waiting for the tide to shift,
it reminded me
of the gulls I knew
when I was just a lad,
they treated me with ridicule
as I was such a cad.
By the Book (sic)
Bardly Writ
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