Sell Me Something
Sally sells seashells by the seashore
I sell conch shells door to door
The water whispers wildly
The scent is salted mildly
The protein packs a punch
The fritters have a crunch
The chowder, a favored lunch
If you cant get to the beach
A marvelous shell is within reach
Listen to the Ocean preach
Paint me, Smell me
Listen to my song
You will return to the beach
It won't be long
$5.00 a shell has a lot to teach
Copyright © Donna Roberts | Year Posted 2018
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