Mussels, oh mussels. Mussels are good things,
How they sidle up to white wine and garlic,
As though ready to fall in love at first kiss,
Taking on the whole of the thing and giving
Fully their own juices from tightly spiraled,
Shells, hardened of sands and currents both.
Mussels are good things. In succulence the
Insignificant bivalve is devoured, saltily.