Snorted all the festive gloaming from inside the globe
Then faceplanted like a pensioner in the snow
Knackered and gnashers brittle with gurning and rattling
Like armies armoured in plaque and enamel were battling
Given my score, camel through a needle
Me to heaven, considering past batteries
Fuck that, I barrel roll through the hole
Like my goal was the Death Star’s core.
Alchemisland 
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