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Calamity the Uppity Clam-1

I found myself within a shell Upon an oyster bed. A wayward clam stuck out his foot And struck me on the head. Hit by this sea of insight Pearls of wisdom, so to speak: If barnacles grow on your backside That clam'll think you’re a geek.

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Skat A

Date: 6/12/2015 1:28:00 AM

Michelle, Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. SKAT love

Daver Austin

Date: 6/9/2015 11:21:00 AM

Love this barefoot bit of humor being selected for fame. Love you, Mikki. daver

Daver Austin

Date: 3/26/2013 7:53:00 AM

Do clams have feet? Well, they must, but they also must be very small feet. I suspicion you barely felt the blow because you were plastered. You must stop this drinking, Mikki. Love your imagination. Hugs, daver

Terry O'Leary

Date: 11/27/2012 2:49:00 AM

Mikki, you mentioned your 'Calamity' work... so I've come to look! This is certainly very funny... I didn't realize that clams might be interested in my backside...in any case, I'll be on guard during my next stay at the oceanside! Terry

Justin Bordner

Date: 9/1/2012 11:31:00 PM

Seems like an admonition to avoid living a shelter life Miiki - sometimes I grapple with the notion and distinction between waiting to recognize opportunity and creating opportunity - thnks for getting me thinking again my friend - J.A.B.