Ode on a CB Glass

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness
Thou foster child of commerce and market
Blogging poet, who canst thus express
Wonder of form wherever I park it
Clean and clear with classic lines magnificent
One marvels at your beauty unlimitless
At two dollars and fifty heaven sent
Tho if you shatter it is quite a mess
Clear glass, clear liquid and a squish of lime
Mr. B and I find you mighty fine.

Glasses here.  Sincere apologies to John Keats. 

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