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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 of pain.
A sea-diving Japanese ama, dove,
Swimming topless below the tide.
Beautiful, unbreakable, with no tank,
With just her knife - a pearl - she pried.
A dream of a lovely fair-skinned lady,
Perfect shoulders, flawless skin -
A pearl - to hang between her snowy orbs,
Below her graceful chin.
A plan, a desperate man, a revolver,
It's handle made from - a pearl -
He'd purloin a huge oyster's record yield,
But that's not how his plan would unfurl.
An oyster turns lemons to lemonade.
Conversely, a man, instead,
Takes that wise and appropriate adage
And flips it on its head.
Copyright ©
David Crandall
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