Shall the conch shell
Shall, a conch shell named so.
Went with the tides in and out flow.
However very slow.
And a elven girl named "Shell" once found her.
"Shall I name my new found shell?"
Shell asked herself.
The song of the tide, the waves brought the most beautiful stride.
"I shall name her Shall."
Shell declared with little relation.
As if she herself was also of the oceans creation.
As Shell was a elf, and Shall was her latest find.
Of various things on the beach, each of a fantastical kind.
And she listened to the sound of the waves.
With her pointy elven ears tall.
Shall the conch shell, part two.
"What shall we do?" Shell asked Shall.
Speaking with a tone that seemed lonely.
As if Shall was a one and only.
And Shall could not answer, other than sing.
When put to Shells ear, the song of the beach and the waves that did once bring.
Her beautiful swirl.
Her lack of a pearl.
Shall seemed to be the spiral crown of the ocean the king.
Shall, her new friend was her best.
Seeming in time to have stood the pearlless quest.
As if there was only one reason.
Rather than be a clam of pearly treason.
Shall the conch shell, part three.
Shell, the next morning, went to make a bowl.
Of cherry seeds for Shall.
"So shall you be, Shall, with something to cherish."
"Your song must be never to perish."
"And each cherry seed, for you a dreamy bead."
And after she gathered such cherry seeds, she felt as if Shall also had certain other need.
Such as clam shell haves, that long lost their pearls to those of greed.
"Such cherry seeds and clam shell halves shall serve you well."
"And provide the most beautiful bedding, for you to dwell."
"You may dream of clams and their naughty pearls, and perhaps quickly wake."
"Or perhaps you dream of cherries, tasty and tempting, and feel their seeds they did make."
