Ah, at last, the day has come, a toast to our foes,
But hold on tight, my friends, don't jump to your throes.
For though these skulls may seem quite grand and dandy,
They're not quite what they seem, oh how they're so handy.
Each one, you see, takes five days to create,
Molded and carved by Wylie, isn't that just great?
A replica, indeed, of a male human skull,
Cast in resin pure, with an artisan's lull.
But wait, there's more, inside is coated too,
With food-safe resin, for drinks to imbue.
Tested with liquid, up to two-oh-five,
You can sip from your skull, oh what a jive!
But heed my words, my friends, before you take a swig,
These skulls aren't meant for every little gig.
Not for the microwave, nor the dishwasher's spin,
And definitely not for your pet's playful grin.
So raise your glasses high, but with caution, you see,
For these skulls are unique, from the mind of Wylie.