I single helping
It will not do
Nor will a couple
Or even quite a few

The clam its good
Seasoned so right
Whether mixed loose
Or bound up tight

Some clams big
Some just small
If its right
Eat them all

With or without
That golden crust
You'll eat them all
And all you must

Its not chowder
Manhattan soup no
Nicely baked pie
Good to go

You saw clam
Then thought dirty
Especially women
and Guys under thirty

Shame on you
Thinking like that
My next poem
Dedicated to my cat