Axilla I - Phish
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
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