Aince, I wis gaen twa ferlies, a keepsake an a toy.
The keepsake wis a vase o sic a purity
It mirrored aathin, heicht, an depth, an licht;
Greedy fur images, it sooked them in
Tae its reflective sides
A skinnymalinkie ferlie, maist superior
At nicht, the meen fell ower its rim
An gas licht beams, pale flooers, grew up its stem

The toy wis trashy trock. A chaipskate baa.
A roch-n-tummle thing. Charmless. I let it faa.
I drap't the baa. It stottit back.
I drap't the vase. It brak.

Tak only mind, o onyman.
Gie it a thwack.
Ye've hit it. Stot, or crack.