Alright, since it's an anything goes as far as what art is represented, allow me to attempt some things.

Haiku:

Sad girl in sea foam
Looks out at the rolling wave
This is not her dream
Alright, since it's an anything goes as far as what art is represented, allow me to attempt some things.

Irish Haiku

Said Largo, "There's sand in your suit,
The static might damage your root."
He attempted to dust
The sand from her bust
And Erika gave him the boot.
Alright, since it's an anything goes as far as what art is represented, allow me to attempt some things.

Sonnet.

A gothy girl, pale skinned did stride,
Upon the sand of sun lit beach.
Machine made girl paced along side,
And to the other's hand did reach.

"It seems to me a lonely place,"
Said goth, as she did slide away,
"And yours is but a sand made face,
A game alone, for boys to play."

"But I am real, quite real enough,"
Said doll, upon that sunlit sand
"The beach, they say, is romance stuff,
And I would take you by the hand."

The goth and doll did then embrace,
And walked together in that place.
And finally, Alliteration!

Piro paced pensively by the placid Pacific. "Perhaps I'm pathetic, he pondered. "Precisely," the Pilot whale posited.

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