Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

Oyster Stew

Ah, you stingy Miss
With your oyster stew,
Are you serving late
An army crew?
Such a wee wee drop
Within me bowl!
Does your ladle have
A rusted hole?
You starve me with
This brand of nourishment;
Tis this how you give
A man encouragement?
I'm sittin here
At your wooden table,
Ah, give me, lass,
The pot and ladle;
Ah think it strange
For all yer wealth
That I should have to
Serve me self.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, January 15, 2013
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