looking for a poem?

Question

it starts something like this......There once was a oyster whos story I tell? Thats all I have,Am in desprate need to figure this out.Can anyone help? Thank you in advance!

Answer 1

There once was an Oyster.

There once was an oyster whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand had got into his shell.
It was only a grain, but it gave him great pain.
For oysters have feelings although they're so plain.

Now, did he berate the harsh workings of fate
That had brought him to such a deplorable state?
Did he rant at the government, cry for election,
And claim that the sea should have given him protection?

No - he said to himself as he lay on a shelf,
Since I cannot remove it, I shall try to improve it.
Now the years have rolled around, 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 aglow.
Now the tale has a moral, for isn't it grand
What an oyster can do with a morsel of sand?

And this moral consider, think what could be
If the lesson were meant for you and for me;
What couldn't we do if we'd only begin
With some of the things that get under our skin!

Author Unknown

Answer 2

It is called "An Oyster", author unknown. Go to Yahoo, type in "There once was an oyster...Poem", and it is the top choice with the entire poem written out

Answer 3

any oyster without its shell
begins with
im happy to see you
where in hell?
the ocean is still
waters roar
and a shell of itself no more
the sand has ruined its fill

the kelp,dunes,mountains over hill
a nasty pill to swallow
and the oysters tale
this was it and it was killed.

how wrong was my friend
bill was his name
he began to tell
and it was shame in his eyes
so why do we begin?
prance as friends

he was aloof
of natures reign
he made great tragedy again and again
a pill to swallow as we sailed my friend.

here are storms for the making
where the clouds begin
to lightening
and it perished in the wind.

we fall to the grate of pebbles in
that sand that casts our oyster
we are its sermon to the birds
which mock it in the grain
it disappeared like the birds
my friend.