When as a Union crafter, I don't use paint or brush,
My canvas is more unique, from skinny or quite lush.
This canvas can be taut, or round and plump too.
I like them all for themselves, I honestly do.

The frame is just the start, the basics of a style,
Without it all your wares, just clump in a pile.
It sets up how things drape, or wrap all 'round,
Then we add the accents, from sedate to profound.

Some prefer a looser work, with ample room to move.
Others like scand'lous things, that parents unapprove.
It's all the same to me, whether slack or tight,
Or even bare as newborns be, each one quite alright.

For your body is my canvas, I colour you with cloth,
From silky things, to spiky things, your choice in swath.
Every technique at my disposal, I'll dress you prettily,
Or with leather and some time, I can even make you mighty!

Be my canvas one and all, let me eye you up.
I'll measure, fit, and prod you, really closeup.
Your body will display my work, framing the designs,
Become my exhibition Art, where crafting truly shines.


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Mayan, in the year 628 AF.