If I were a vase

If I were a vase I'd want my potter to shape me like a pear for him to stain me bright colors tight around my form when oven-dried, all my v---v-v--v--vvv-v--v-v's within me might hold canterbury bells, freesia, columbine, honeysuckle rushes of wild grasses all might blow softly from an open window and I would ving-vong-ving -vang ving!