Now oysters are often grown in shallow water in a 'bed',
then harvested and sold to restaurants where oyster-lovers are fed.
At one oyster farm a single oyster got left behind by mistake.
The oyster was saved from being eaten, and at first thought he'd gotten a break.
But after months of sitting there alone (the fish could not 'oyster' speak) ,
he longed to have an oyster conversation while resting against another oyster's cheek.
He tried to strike out on his own to seek another oyster bed,
but, besides being stuck to a rock, he knew not where any direction led.
He was regretting his forced cloistered-oyster existence,
but all his attempts to come up with a solution met with fierce resistance.
Then one day when he was feeling depressed, (I mean REALLY sad) ,
something unexpected happened which suddenly made him extremely glad.
Some oyster farm workers came by in a shallow-bottomed boat,
and dumped into the water what soon made MR. LONELY gloat.
A shower of young oysters cascaded all around him for a hundred feet.
Now if only they speak his oyster dialect, his life will be complete.
(And he'll be sure not to be left behind next time!)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An unhoisted oyster; what a delicious and irresistibly whimsical rhyme.