My urge is like something from the stuck-fast back pages of Rochester Bestiary:
Dolphin man with rabbit scut, an elephant upon cart wheels, a fish that is hairy
A destrier with human hands makes a poor equestrian sportsman
Easy to be the best archer when the target is large
William Burroughs’ books born moment of discharge
I ain’t your Homie, you’re not Marge
Wouldn’t touch you with a pole from a barge
Wouldn’t house you if you were at large
Would destrouser and make you march whilst sucking thumb
Would poison your spuds delightedly watch while you succumb.
Alchemisland 
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