Clams Poems - Poems about Clams

Give away your socks Give away your Victory nickel To the folks of Shambala. Give away three kittens At the candy store In downtown Shambala. Eat at Larry's Clambake By the coffee shed On the road to Shambala. Climb a monkey tree Steal a bluebird's eggs In the woods of Shambala....

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Clams on parade go salty down Slip into comas in throats of oceans Land on floor beds blanketed in mud In love with the mighty waves above Lights on the shore, lights from...

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On Saturday, the L A Rams Encountered the Monterey Clams With no and, if, or but It was open and shut The Sopranos limped home like lambs!...

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Clams on parade go salty down Slip into comas oceans Before the waves come in as awkward Shells crash on rocks awakening Before the dawn they are alarmed Drink in the moments fathomed Investigate the currents of their ways Those familiar with sand will understand Clams stand erect at greater depths Too deep to measure as they contemplate Restraints imposed on them by muscles Clamped mouths...

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What's all this about, why are we here Time's much too short till we all disappear We're having so much fun Many challenges to be won We're happy as clams, year after year Assuming clams are happy?...

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If you are going to attempt a waltz in a spotty teapot costume complete with a lid then do remember not to partake in tea drinking beforehand because the liquid might ruin the material and thus render the authenticity of the costume. People then would not quite believe that the waltz was going to be...

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Echelon; let’s take a quick stop at my favorite restaurant. I feel a little funny. I need food in my tummy. I have not much money, but my tummy is empty. Waiter, get me some peas and a glass of tea with plenty of honey. The waiter asked while he went past, Would you like clams...

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Eating Clams Should I go to my grave doing latest rave? Or be a nice guy and myself do behave And if writing poems is what it will be They will be given to Poetry Soup for free. Recently, returned to some of my old haunts Which were made before the renaissance Period of time when everything was changing Reformation occurred and...

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It started out as a mild itch Within the next few hours, my eyes began to twitch So I go to a Doctor named Damon Willis He examines me and asks me have I heard of country singer named Mel Tillis I tell ye and ask why such an odd question he had to ask Then he asks me do...

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