Alchemisland

Your books like Yop, red and then gone

My books like lamb chops or veal cutlets, wrong

But on every fridge shelf, grill and plate

My dog so vicious my female mailman wears plate mail

Find her follow blood trails to the kennels

You won’t tame him, mad to buy him must be mental

Only record of yours they ask for are dental, Coroner sent them

All of life is eternal war, kill along corridor before the exit door

Entered through the head via magnum-made steaming bore

His bite stronger than his cage, his attack lasts longer than an ice age

Yop fulla fruit its berry-flavoured paste retastes my tongue after I vom.