Ambergris
I swoon for ambergris.
It puts me into see-saw farting.
This dagger drink
Is my crutch for sleep
All clasped in feathers,
Fodder against cringing.
I swoon for ambergris.
It puts me into see-saw farting.
This dagger drink
Is my crutch for sleep
All clasped in feathers,
Fodder against cringing.