The clawy crab is in the room
when the fishy fish is off the spoon
And either can spell the doom
of the elements above the pool
The New Age could be con for soup
of the spurious bride behind the groom
The crone masked in a bloom
She could be coming too soon
This yellow submarine is no boon
when the sun is noon in moon
And you can watch the waterway
make millennia of disgrace for clay
There is a sky full of lies
Pies infested with spiders and flies
Body snatchers and bloodsuckers
at the two ends, nasty fuckers
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