Tall Tuber eschewed sophistryAs he explained the world to meGod's figurine I am I amAnd thank heavens not a Clam Sweet Clam replied with hurtful smileShe, as he, employed no guileThe whole tureen– divinity!When first you take a sup of me In kiss-me apron, silly vestGod prepares to serve his guestsClam, meet Tuber, how'd you … Continue reading Bouillabaisse