At the Mussel Restaurant
At the mussel restaurant
You order up a pot.
Ceremoniously, they’re served,
Piled high and piping hot.
Scoop some shells and use your tiny
Fork to pull the meat.
Sop the sauce with crusty bread,
Each bite a tasty treat.
Sip a draft beer and relax
For everything’s all right.
A mussel feast’s the perfect way
To welcome Friday night.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2015
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