Surely the shovel hadn't been shortened,
the shopkeeper shifted to the side.
The shovel shimmered newness,
the sharpest shovel in the shed, he said.
Still she was shill-shally on the subject.
The shopkeeper shifted his shilling
to secure the sale of the short shovel.
Shrewdly he began a shuffle with the shovel,
shimmying this way and that, shocking.
Still she smiled at the short shovel,
the shopkeeper made the sale.