I find a bottle bobbing in the water by the shore,
A dark green bottle with its label gone.
the cork is tight, the glass is wet, which makes it quite a chore
to hold the bottle while the cork is drawn.

In fact it takes me longer than I think it will because
I just can’t pry the cork out of the neck.
I shake it and it rattles like a paper message does
I sigh and smash the bottle all to heck.
 
And there, amongst the green glass shards, the cursive missive rests
So finally I have the words I seek.
“Congratulations! You are rich” the silly note attests
“This bottle is a priceless, rare antique!”

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