Oysters

Now I am not a seafood fan,
Whether stuck on a hook or out of a can.
I don't like tuna, bass or cod,
There is no fish oil in my bod.

I'm a steak-only guy as I hide in my cloister,
And first on my list of distain is the oyster.
They're slimy and slick and you must crack 'em open
Then in for a small bite of meat you go gropin'.

You've got to eat dozens to make up a meal,
They're so greasy and bland I can't see the appeal.
So I've only one question for oyster-mad churls,
Is that REALLY the place where they hide all the pearls?
 
Peter, I found a small pearl once. If you don't like fish, then how can you appreciate hybrids like me? Sad, so sad. Slow tears run down her little face.

Ah, but you must read more carefully, charming one. I never said I don't LIKE fish. I said I don't EAT them. This actually seems to me to be potentially a GOOD thing for you. Now, dry your tears and let's go get a virtual hamburger!
 
Safe with you, Peter? I doubt it! And even if I were, you are always at risk with a dark-eyed shape shifting woman-feline-mermaid who plotted for years to break through Spock's logic to the unbridled passion that lurked within ....cue spooky Star Trek music, and a close up of a deliciously brooding Spocky. Sigh.
 
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