Lady Victoria Eclectic Pagan's blog: "My Poetry"

There once was an oyster Whose story I tell, Who found that some sand Had got into her shell. It was only a grain, but it gave her great pain. For oysters have feelings Although they're so plain. Now, did she berate the harsh workings of fate That had brought her To such a deplorable state? Did she curse at the government, Cry for election, And claim that the sea should Have given her protection? 'No,' she said to herself As she lay on a shell, Since I cannot remove it, I shall try to improve it. Now the years have rolled around, As the years always do, And she came to her ultimate Destiny stew. And the small grain of sand That had bothered her so Was a beautiful pearl All richly aglow. Now the tale 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 get under our skin.