 Two Odes to Shoreside Shopkeeps by musiclives2001
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 He Sells Sea Snacks (at the Sweet Shack) The most hoppin' beach, make no mistake, It's the soft sandy shores that wrap Kiko Lake. Each summer you'll find it packed to the brim With Neopets eager to take a cool swim. The sun hits high noon and the hunger pangs grow, So roll up your towel and hang your wet clothes, Get ready to queue and fill up on great eats, There's *always* a line outside Kiko Lake Treats. The Kiko in charge has his routine down flat, Purple and orange, with a poofy chef's hat. "Take a number! What's yer order?" he bellows out loud, "Who ordered the burger?!" he asks through the crowd. But something unique is what we come for, A particular treat only sold on this shore. Made with lakewater and fresh local kelp, Rock sugar for sweetness (I promise it helps!) This humble Rock Stick: it costs just a dime, Want Berry or Mint? Or maybe the Lime? It looks a bit funny: striped tube like a pipe, But tastes like a lolly and well-worth the hype. Back on the beach with your toes in the sand, Lean back with a drink and a Rock Stick in hand. Each layer dissolving in tangy delight, Then the treat's down to one fought-for last bite. No matter the crowd by the long wooden pier, The Kiko keeps working hard all through the year. With patience put into each batch he shall make, He sweetens our beach days here at Kiko Lake.
 She Sells Seashells (by the Seashore) A special pet by ocean's swell, Runs a shop where seashells sell. With mermaid tail of shimmery blue, She gathers wares where tides drift through. Her ears will twitch: a merchant's tell, As she grades each pearly shell. Cowries, conches, gems of the deep, Some quite costly but others cheap. Maractite Coins are quickly bought, To fill your album's missing spot. Haggle fast lest others swipe, That very shell you'd hoped to snipe. Purply-blue and glints of gold, There's shells of every shape and mold. Pink-green-yellow, a rainbow of pastel, You'll find them all, at Collectible Seashells!
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