The Atoll

Giacomo
One native short of henchman summarised
Silvio
But more on his appearance boil in bag
Albin
He wears a black sombrero made of hemp
On its band solar eclipse phases sewn
And when that peaked hat is set down on ground
Its numbered brim clocks shade as his sun dial
On dead souls day the public festival
Bolero jackets worn in navy blue
A black cravat which can stretch sea krait long
His shirt is pleated white of mangroves milled
He sports a glittering red cummerband
Giacomo
Already I could punch and pinch the ponce
Albin
Amigo no good when hes wide awake