“The sensorium of Inferno has begun to constellate more imaginative and more real creatures and being.”
Once the Rhine Gold
Giants came
they mistook their work,
thought those who fed them
should be their food.
This was the work of PupPoets
Who tidy one mess up and tie their bibs,
And when they throw up clean up stuff,
offer a hot meal. That’s what little dogs did,
only to be consumed at times like candy bits.
Grown from a stock which these giants possess,
This was the
Mouthful
Feeding
Anomaly
of PupPoets.
A jolly giant is boisterous to squash a binding,
So acts of compression
whilom would occur.
Professors of Privileged Relation brokered
deals between giants and the little tykes,
Whose aim of course was to make the giants seen.
But the sanitation problem from cleanup of stumps
and littered dens distracts PupPets,
for how can they say what’s not
and at the same time clean up what is?