Say Del, what reminded ya of them oysters? I was just talkin with someone 'bout them the other day.
Leo
Got some Baxter Black in the CD player, the thing decides to play this now and then:
The sign upon the cafe wall said OYSTERS Fifty Cents
"How Quaint" the blue eyed sweetheat said with some bewidermence.
"I didn't know you had such fare out here upon the plain."
"Oh sure" her cowboy date replied, "We're really quite urbane."
"I would guess the're Cheaapeake or Blue Point don't you think."
No maam they're mostly Herford cross...and usually they're pink.
But I've been so cold myself, what you say could be true
And if a man looked close enough their points could sure be blue.
She said, "I gather them myself out on the bay alone,
I pluck them from the murky depths and smash them with a stone!"
The cowboy winched, imagining a calf a calf with her beneath,
"Me I use a pocket knife and yank' em with my teeth."
"Oh my," she said, "You animal, how crude and unrefined.
Your masculine assertiveness sends shivers up my spine!
But I prefer a butcher knife too dull to really cut.
I wedge it in on either side and crack it like a nut."
I pry them out, if they resist, sometimes I use the pliers,
Or even Grandpa's pruning shears if that is what it requires.
The hair stood on the cowboy's neck, his stomach did a whirl.
He'd never heard such grisly talk, especially from a girl.
"I like them fresh," the sweetheart said and laid her menu down
Then ordered oysters for them both when the waiter came around.
The cowboy smiled gamley, though her words stuck in his craw
But he finally fainted dead away when she said, "I'll have mine raw!"
Baxter Black
Now Leo, I hope you know who Bax is with out googlin' if not it could go hard on ya.