Find a Wizard to Turn us Into Otters Please

Lest we forget the pyre of another man's treasure

That such waste begone to Hades himself

Out, damn candle! Burning through the inky night

Only to awaken the slumbering fowl

With the grit of a thousand stakes

Previous
Previous

Are Eels Aliens? I Feel Like They Might Be Aliens.

Next
Next

Armadillo’s on Parade