Saurochelys the Rather Dark
The Nazturtles ambled preyward
exuding a palpable aura of menace
you could cut with a cheese slicer
Whene'er Squirrelbit awoke
the domical emissaries of evil
loomed somewhere in the distance
stoically ignoring harassment by
Anita Aardvark
tongue tickling their nether regions
Tomi Titmouse
rap rap rapping
on the crania of corruption
Woodrow Worm
slip-sliding away
under the podia of wraith
and the Eagles playing
catch-and-release
onto fields of stones
tho Nazflesh is unappetizing
and sublimates in sunlight
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