Stoked is an understatement
Like an isopropyl simile
Sealed inside of a cupboard
Cantina-style glee
See the six-legged serpent
Submerging its nose in the trough
Snarling, putrid and bloated
It fell with a stale pretzel cough
Be not distressed
For I am with thee
Eternal rest
Eternally with thee
Grasping spools of October
Wound around Halloween plums
Poke the swan from its slumber
And watch the deaconry flood