Who dares, intruder
Beware my shooter
My meshuga seeks lunar approval
Call a man about the removal of the remains before the funeral
Who on my portcullis knocks
Who in my scullery skulks silk stockinged
Who longs so much to be a skull upon my mantelpiece
That they breached the keep and therefore my peace
If I find you, mouse to cheese, I won’t let you speak, no saying your piece
No final prayers, just sweet release
Your blood will grease
My bannister, I’ll wheeeeee
Down them after your deceased
I’ll send you to the outcrop out East
Just you in pieces, ceaseless tides and barnacle geese.
Alchemisland 
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