She measures sixteen cubits high, and ten
Along her western countenance. I'm told
Her cost in shekels -- quaint, but then again,
It isn't like she's worth her weight in gold.
I wonder somewhat vaguely: What's a shekel?
Were cubits Bible-sized when Noah used
Them, or did passersby spend time to heckle
The hydrophobic geezer? Then, unused
To infamy, did God's most rabid boat
Fanatic quarantine his island, making
Particularly sure to keep afloat
A plot for wicked men? I don't care; shaking
The merchandise, I say, I'll take her. Wrap
The goods in sackclothes; plant them in my lap.
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