In Wylie's workshop, where marvels take shape, A resin replica, with tales to escape.
A teenage skull, with history to tell,
From cradle boarding, its journey befell.
A forensic wonder, with mysteries untold, Linear wounds, and strikes, stories unfold.
Signs of healing, in its rugged frame,
But blunt force anomalies, still bear their claim.
Though strange and peculiar, it's sure to enthrall,
In any collection, it stands tall.
