(has anyone ever showed you this, i think it's neat---)
The Oyster Poem
There once was an oyster Whose story I tell, Who found that some sand Had got into his shell. It was only a grain, But it gave him much pain. For oysters have feelings Although they're so plain.
Now did he berate The harsh workings of fate That had brought him To such a deplorable state? Did he curse at the government, Cry for election, And claim that the sea should Have given him protection?
No-he said to himself As he lay on a shell, Since I cannot remove it, I shall try to improve it. Now the years have rolled around, As the years always do, And he came to his ultimate Destiny- stew.
And the small grain of sand That had bothered him so Was a beautiful pearl All richly aglow. Now the tale has a morale; For isn't it grand What an oyster can do With a morsel of sand?
What couldn't we do If we'd only begin With some of the things That get under our skin.
-Author Unknown
plum-headed_smart · Sun Mar 12, 2006 @ 06:54am · 1 Comments |