When the Thompson quadruplets espied him one day,
they called him a bivalve and ran quickly away.
One spring afternoon,
Sam was left in the rain. At the southwestern corner of Seaview and Main,
he watched the rain water as it swirleddown the drain.

His mom on the freeway in the breakdown lane
was pouding the dashboard-
she couldn't contain the ever-rising grief,frustration,and pain.

Really, sweetheart," she said
"I don't mean to make fun,
but something smells fishy
and I think it's our son.
I don't like to say this,
but it must be said,
you're blaming our son for your problems in bed."
He tried salves,
he tried ointments that turned everything red.
He tried potions and lotions and tincture of lead.
He ached and he itched and he twitched and he bled.
