WELL I HAVE GREEN EYES, DARK BROWN HAIR, LIGHT BROWN SKIN, AND I'M 5 FOOT 8 INCHES. I LIKE READING BOOKS, ESPECIALLY ABOUT THE CIVIL WAR, AND I ALSO LIKE WRITTING FOUR LINE POEMS (MOSTLY)... I LIKE THE COLOURS PURPLE AND GREEN, AND MY FAV. ANIMLS ARE WOLVES AND MOOSE, ANY QUESTIONS, FEEL FREE TO ASK...

-I ALSO SPEAK ENGLISH AND SPANISH FLUENTLY, AS WELL AS A LITTLE LATIN.

THE OYSTER

There was once an oyster,
Whose story I tell.
Who found that some grain
Had got into his shell.

It was only a grain
but it caused him great pain.
For oysters have feelings
Although they’re so plain.


Now did he borate
The harsh workings of fate,
That had brought him
To such a deplorable state?


Did he curse at the government?
Cry for election?
Or claim that the sea
Should have offered him protection?


No he said as he lay in his shell.
Since I cannot remove it
I shall try to improve it.


Now the years have rolled by
As the years always do
And he came to his ultimate destiny…
Stew.


And the small grain of sand
That had bothered him so
Was a beautiful pearl
All richly a glow.


This story has a moral
For isn’t it grand
What an oyster can do
With a morsel of sand?


What couldn’t we do
If we’d only begin
With some of the things
That got under our skin.