Friday, July 27, 2012

Ode To Fried Clams



Fried clams, you make my knees go weak.
You manage to ruin my perfect diet streak.

Your presence is like kryptonite.
Why even bother to put up a fight?

Sitting in Cape Cod, you are all I see,
Your golden goodness grabs hold of me.

Oh how you look and taste!
Of your numerous deliciousness, I could never waste.

You bring on the summer joy,
And leave me giddy like a wee, small boy.

Was it worth it? Yes! Although it won't be pretty.
Cuz what comes next is kinda shi*ty...

Happy Weekend Bloggers! Go out and get your fried clam on!

10 comments:

BamaTrav said...

so THAT'S what you have been smuggling in the trunk!!!

Heff said...

I love giddy, wee small boys.....

Heff said...

Ok, Trav. I think we've effectively run every commenter off - it's time for the HOSTILE TAKE-OVER :

You hit Candy in the back the head with a sock loaded with bar soap, and I'll steal her blog password.......

BamaTrav said...

Heff, why don't I just get her drunk first, then have my way with her, I just won't look at her sweat pants stretched full of fried clams, THEN, we steal the password.

Heff said...

DEAL.

We NEVER had this conversation.....

BamaTrav said...

We NEVER do.

Candy's daily Dandy said...

Bring it on boys.... You have no idea what you are getting yourselves into . I'm not a scared a you two!

the walking man said...

be still my heart I will not load you with fried deliciousness...I will eat them raw as good meat should be consumed!

MarkD60 said...

I'd rather have them cooked on the grill.

Scope said...

Fried clams. Something tells me the ones you had were better than the ones they pawn off on you at the Ho-Jo.

(Had to use the slang for "Howard Johnsons" for the guys.)