English poem
The Social Clam
For the Smart Set
Fair Phyllis is another's bride: Therefore I like to sit beside Her at a very smart set dinner, And whisper love, and try to win her.
The little-necks,--in number six,-- That from their pearly shells she picks And swallows whole,--ah, is it selfish To wish my heart among those shell-fish?
"But Phyllis is another's wife; And if she should absorb thy life 'Twould leave thy bosom vacant."--Well, I'd keep at least the empty shell!