Privilege - OYSTERS


I’m hungry for some oysters.
I shall brook with no delay.
I told the oysters that I’m hungry,
and they must serve me right away.

I do so wish they’d hurry up,
I should be on my way.
My newest yacht needs fitting out,
and then there’s bridge to play.

I simply must go get a manicure,
before my tea time late today.
You’d think a wealthy man like me,
with oysters would have sway.

This sun is getting awfully hot,
I care not for all this sand.
I’d like to go and be cooled off,
massaged, then gently fanned.

This waiting unattended,
is becoming more than I can stand.
And I think the oysters quite ungrateful,
not to show upon demand.

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