Oyster
Sometimes the prize isn't worth the effort.OysterHe walks along the sandy shore,Looking for the perfect place to stop.It takes him a while to find just the right place.He throws down a colourful blanket andSets up his things, ready to write.As he begins to put clever things onto the paper,He notices something at the edge of his vision.His eyes turn to look at it.It is a shell.He sighs, vaguely annoyed by the distraction,Turns back to his work, puts pen to paperTo...