Shelley Sellers sells her shells
at Shelley's Seashell Cellars.
She sells shells (and she sure sells!)
to smelly seashore dwellers.

Smelly dwellers shop the sales
at Shelley's seashell store.
Salty sailors stop their ships
for seashells by the shore.

Shelley's shop, a shabby shack,
so sandy, salty, smelly,
still sells shells despite the smells;
a swell shell shop for Shelley.

--Kenn Nesbitt

This poem appears in the book
Rolling in the Aisles