Kin to
the limpkin,
 
she whimpers
when primping,
 
wears rimless
eyeglasses
 
for skimming
her primer
 
on swimming.
She splashes
 
through grasses
amassing
 
her ration
of shrimp,
 
and stands,
a fat ampersand,
 
on the sandpaper
strand
 
making eyes
at a snipe,
 
fanning
the passions
 
of the sandpiper
nations.