Alchemisland

Pineapple cheating fruit, sweet as a treat

Xanthine rings as deck king’s fingers

Song which lingers long on tongue

Palette-haunter exalted among esculent offerings such as edifice trees and entice sense olfactory

Madman’s mallet’s delicacy as it descends breast to tum

One licks one’s thumbs, fearing loss even crumbs

Decorates divine plates from dreamy Olympus to Hades, breeze-brushed fruits

Like Luna jaundiced

Wearing suits of spined armour as might alarm a wraparounding son-harming Lampton Wyrm

Whose thrashing hastes lapping, whose watery defeat outshone Actium for action

Chewed easily down-plush soft for jaws, salt’s opposite.