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.