ode to the poisoned oyster

There you sat amongst the others, looking shiny, delicious and cooked just so.
I plucked you from the group all covered in ginger, spring onion and pepper and bit down hard.
What funk came from your tiny body, enough to make me spit you out and rinse my mouth with wine.
I accidentally swallowed a small morsel of you and sat, waiting.
15 minutes passed and nothing....my thoughts focussed firmly on the worry of passing this potential poison onto my son via breast milk....oh my goodness, how can I resolve this?
30 min pass...eventually 1 hour......nothing..............nothing, nothing.
I am so grateful poisoned oyster, thank you for keeping me well.