The Oyster and The Whelk
Said the oyster, ”Do please tell, Mr Whelk, your curly shell;
I’m intrigued as to how you got these whirls.
Ours have such an ugly skin, though the beauty lies within;
Every now and then we manufacture pearls."
Said the whelk, “It isn’t clever, it takes patience and endeavour,
To accommodate my fast expanding figure.
I build a new extension, with an increasing dimension,
So every year it gets a little bigger.”
It was at the dégustation, they exchanged this information,
Just before I slipped them down my throat.
Less salty was the oyster, though considerably moister;
Perhaps a touch more lemon juice I thought.