The Marble Jar & the new boy, Primrose Avenue, Yesteryear.

Yes, theres plenty in it but i can't for the life of me surmise the forwhy we made the contraption 'cept for holding the prize as pleasant a sight as ones eyes can behold i shouldn't wonder there's more mables than you own. ten fold there are multiple colours, and many more viens than Miss Handymandy and the Melon Wopachopas could ever contain the smallest of openings a round bulbous base i'll keep it uncorked incase there's the urge for a lite tommy squeeker or more violent purge its been passed down for aeon by kith and by kin what of the prize? yes my dearest of friends you do indeed win we shall hold you most odious snout to the breach so the glistening balls are just out of reach and its sweet sweet perfume gently wafts from the spout though one as "public" as you will enjoy it no doubt