This is an excerpt from Ed’s Book, A Casual Traveler
Conch shells lay in water, along beaches everywhere
Line gardens, paths, and porch stair.
Filler for docks, footings and wells
Polished and shined, to sell.
Blown as a horn
Carved into jewelry to adorn.
Home for hermit crabs
Meat is edible, not too drab.
Put on fences, deterring thieves and critters
Used in ceviche, chowder and fritters.
Bang like a drum, for music that rhymes
Strung together, to make wind chimes.
Sacred in ancient cultures
As breastplates, preventing punctures.
Worn on hands, weapons to thump
More uses than shrimp, with Bubba Gump.
A conch and cheese omelet to munch
It what I crave for lunch.