There once was a potter named Clay
Who loved throwing pots every day
Each year, in September,
He’d throw his own member
Then use it to hold a bouquet.
A potter’s attainment of fame
Depends solely, sometimes, on their name:
‘Clay Wang’ is perfection,
But odds for selection
Are longer for ‘Pot-tosser Graeme’.
New hobbies can keep life exciting,
And, when the tuition’s inviting,
Even throwing a pot
Can become something hot
If artus and ars are uniting.