This line was an obvious typo in a comment left me by Howie (unless it's a Navy expression of which I'm unaware), but I liked the sound of it and wrote an immediate silly poem in response.
The Clam Before the Storm
The antipasto was delish!
I thought the night was going well;
But sharing the raw seafood bar
Uncovered a true date from Hell.
Id ordered Lobster Thermidor
(Hed said to splurge, that it was fine);
But I detected something strange
After wed downed the first House Wine.
Two bottles later, I could see
My date had kept a running tab,
From that first clam (a dollar each)
To the last New York Cheesecake slab.
Accountants! He had worked it out:
A drink, a kiss; a tit for tat
Accordingly I owed him love;
Even half drunk, Id not want that!
Love is love, and can be a feast;
But watch those for whom pays the norm.
Filthy lucres in bad taste
The clam before the storm.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write some poetry or prose, serious or not, using that line as a lynch pin.