This recipe is never the same.
Some whack in the woods... got a nature issue
in a shack where there cooks lots of words in a brew.
Artifacts, reference books, a mutant tuna or two,
imparting irreverent looks, you shouldn't view as too good for you.
A simmering saute of sweet and savory soul,
a skewering satay of smoked toe of troll,
an experience extract with a whole dose of droll,
and extremely dense text stack of "no control prose" in a bowl.
A tall pinch of moons' awes, a double dose of no woes,
no small hints of sunny sauce and bubble blows from where love grows,
a bit of blissed spirit and glee squealing eel echoes,
and if you slips too near it... you'll feel very real but it's an ordeal for your nose.