My bird not Stymphalian
Is a sort who wears leather
Body hairless as an alien
She fastens her hair together
She’s got gazelle flank I’m Gustave alligator
Tarry at watering hole ‘bout time he ate her
Afterwards gladheateher the crows rustling above the crater
Full of dirty water the slick sides, now red with slaughter
Crying out, Agamemnon’s life blood engage the water
I will get revenge it won’t be now but it will be later
Best served cold, my dish to a traitor.
Worse stood beside than elephant’s foot
Even the dog star gets fleas as a mutt
My profound output I’ll putt a golfer six foot
More torso holes than your golf course got
More arms up quick than a one hole shot
More bag weight in gotta sink Shallot
No badgering me while I check its taut.
Alchemisland 
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