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!!!!!!!!!