Place of Glass
Welcome, welcome to the Place of glass,
Here are some pretty presents for you laddies and lass.
We have singinglass as crisp as autumn grass,
Thick ones like the echoes of mass.
We have swirlinglass that makes you all dizzy and soft,
Kinglass that sits, regal and aloft.
Achinglass that all day hurted and coughed
Bakinglass with fragrance of a three-miles waft
Take whatever you want; it’s all for you,
But there are things you must beware of too.
Do not touch. Do not, not do.
Do not touch the breakinglass—hey, you!