The Web Poetry Corner - Doug Larson - Oysters, Clams, and Musckles
Oysters, Clams, and Musckles
by
Doug Larson
You knows me Bluto
I yam what I yam
and I won’t stand for ye
messink wit me Olive Oyl
ye can flex ye muskles
but I has me a heart of spinach
an’ the sweet skinny love
of a spindly-legged woman
I even loves her little SweePee
thoughs I has’s me a feelink
he may be urine
and I won’t have ye
messink wit her sweet vee
Bluto.
I yam what I yam
an’ eyes a jealusk sailor man
me forearms are yardarms
an’ eyes’l broadside ye backside
an’ rips ye limbs from limbs
and smokes ye in me corn cob
‘till I pasks out asphyxmicated.
Tooot Tooot!