An Ode To Clam Chowder

Oh, clam chowder, how I would love You to be like the thing you claim you taste of. You're seafood, soup, potatoes, all warm And bubbling in a splendrous, thick liquid form. Your amount of potatoes, though is extensive, Because I guess that clam is just too expensive To be present in amounts that meet my desires. But I suppose you'd be too costly for buyers. But aside from that, clam chowder, you're alright. I'll probably still have some tonight.