When in love with plastic prize
And not worried who is named
Unveil these statues undisguised
To imagine you've got game
To the sea! To the sea! When comes the night
And shine so bright and clear
A gastropod mollusk never knew his plight
Would land him, electric, here
To behold this art, Oh! What to say?
It speaks for itself, 'tis true
This loquacious piece of macrame
In its ambitious attempt to woo
And with lurid, orange spheres atop the jar
Who can find their equal, near or far?
-D-