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.