I've named my Clam, Irene, although I'm sure it is a male, and so, Before his spirit gets too low, I want a female for him. His right Divine to be a sire, (There is no aspiration higher), Shall justify his deep desire For baby clams who would adore him. For each male creature is at loss If he has not someone to boss And blame things on, when he is cross: (The gold fish quite ignore him), So he should have a Mate, to maul, A wife on whom to blame his "fall", And little clamlets who would bawl And for clemency implore him. If you've a female clam to sell, And she would amiably dwell Within his heart, but her own shell, And if she's "for" him, He now extends this invitation To come and share his habitation, And there is just one stipulation -- She must not bore him. Which merely proves I'm not an intellectual -- Surely I should have known clams are asexual. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MITHRIDATES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON MISSIONARY HYMN by REGINALD HEBER A WAYFARING SONG by HENRY VAN DYKE PASSED BY by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 5. ALLAH-AL-KUDDUS by EDWIN ARNOLD THE SECOND DAYES LAMENTATION OF THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHEARD by RICHARD BARNFIELD |