Rock a Fella
the meaningless
sing of the song
"I am the Walrus"
makes me hungry
to selfishly eat my
fill of shellfish i see
but with a bib i'd be
the walrus not Paul
and if eating when
ever any are at hand
then the carpenter i'd
be so with no motive
i see no relegiosity to
attempt to interpret
what tweedledee
and tweedledumb
said in form in front
of alice so alas i may
have a cup of tea
with a dozen clams
with out a chance of
ever finding a pearl in
any of these but it's you
who are Venus on a half
shell and
i can tell
by sight
you'd be
quite a
tasty
treat
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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