Two poems copied from the wall of Voicestovoices favorite tawdry establishment in Veilgarden.

I. The zailors zail the Zee
And the bazaar will sale for money.
But the only place to sail for me
is the bottom of a spoon of honey.


II. The Rubbery Men carry stones
and pull them out of their chests with such groans
that you think they'd get pleasure
doling out amber treasure
but I hear they don't have any "bones"!