Till someone else fancied her,
For a few bucks,
And then another...
There was an article,
Among the priceless possessions he owned,
He showed her off sometimes,
But mostly she lay there, like a stone...
Yet somehow just the same,
Both were nothing but the hunters' game,
Like the great Shakespeare rightly said,
After all, what's in a name?
The object and the article met,
Made each other whole,
Love blossomed, despite all odds
The object and article finally got a soul!