In Wylie's domain, where marvels are spun, A stand of resin and marble, to bask in the sun. Forty-seven hours, in its crafting displayed, For skulls, real or replica, a pedestal made.

Nine and a quarter in height, it stands so tall, With a dowel for mounting, to adorn the skull. Each one, hand-cast, hand-painted, and signed, A limited edition, in numbers entwined.

Direct from the creator, no other can claim, A stand of such quality, it's stalked by its name. But heed this, dear buyer, let's not be dense, The skull's not included, that just makes sense!

Pictures aplenty, of skulls large and small, Displayed with the stand, to entice one and all. But if you're misled, let me make it clear, No skulls come with it, that much is sheer.

So take a deep breath, and relax if you can, For common sense dictates, you'll soon understand. In this realm of online, where illusions run wild, Let's keep a steady head, like a wise, gentle child.

And if all else fails, and you're feeling stressed out, A tranquilizer's nearby, to help calm your doubt. But in the end, dear reader, let's all give a cheer, For whimsy and wonder, with Wylie, are near!