The Atoll

Giacomo
Shame you dont have nice little buttons stitched
As fake eyes down the back of your main head
That you might beat a braggarts late retreat
And threaten great harm through ventriloquy
Albin
The wizard stitched in gills against my will
Giacomo
You can have this small pendant silver spoon
As token wage for showing us scenery
A living comfort doll youve been a trove
Of geopositions as far as I see
Albin
The little I know I know very well
The milestones memorised old bumps and scrapes
Afield senors Silvio and Giacomo
Giacomo
Lean forward your revolting triple chin