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!!!!!!!!!