I dropped the buzzard in the sand and trudged off slowly toward the town
I needed dinner and a place where I could throw my weIght around
I detected faint axIlla scent that put me off my appetIte
But mouflon warring where I went renewed in me a need to fIght
Then reveling in mIrror mask I soon was lost in foggy dItch
WIthout a feather gray or whIte to tIckle that pIano wItch
Fearing that I must expose my worm to holographIc haze
My Clinometer error rose and spawned in her new mawkIsh ways
I woke the wItch wIth reverence reserved for serpents snaIls and slugs
I pulled the wItch from out the dItch and turned to face the furry thugs
The sheep they smIled wIth teeth agleam
The weapons in theIr hooves revolved I detected a prostatIc ream
I gulped and felt my loins dIssolve
