A Pearl

An oyster felt an uncomfortable itch 
Caused by a stinging sand grain. 
Ten fathoms deep, he slowly made - a pearl, 
So that he was free from pain. 

A tenacious Japanese ama, dove, 
This mermaid beauty 'neath the tide,
Unbreakable, with just a knife and grit -
A pearl - she deftly pried.

A dream of a lovely fair-skinned lady, 
Perfect shoulders, flawless skin - 
A pearl - to hang between the snowy orbs,  
Below her graceful chin. 

A plan, a desperate man, a revolver, 
Its handle made from - a pearl - 
He'd purloin a huge oyster's record yield, 
But that's not how his scheme would unfurl.  

An oyster turns lemons to lemonade.
Conversely, a man, instead,
Takes that wise and appropriate adage 
And flips it on its head.

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