Ode to a Little Green Lump of Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummers Night Eve

Dusk settled on the hazy day
As I sat on the reeds by the bay
Folding my arms in a relaxed repose
'Neath my arms, my hands imposed

When what should wonderous delight should I discover!
But a soft morsel nestled in my hairs like a lover!
Warmed motherly in the nest of my shoulder and arm
I plucked it carefully lest it lose its' charm

O' wonderous wonders of wonderful wonderment!
Celestial secret from a hidden labyrinth!
From whence did thee come?

O' Ooey gooey, oyster pearl!
From a far off alien world!
Reveal thy mysteries to me.

The sun sank on the bog at last
My sillouette held the putty fast
To discard it would be such a waste
it caused me to wonder of its' taste...

Like the penguins which persued the pied piper!
Deception, when tempted, is a bitter viper!
All my hopes, upon my pallette were hinges
Yet the disgusting flavour was worse then oranges!

O' foul, fowl of fate!
A gem, it was! Had I thought!
But, alas it's not!

O' insipid, insideous, fruit of hades!
A gem, it was! Had I thought!
But...alas....it's not!