The Atoll

Miguel
So whats this dolly dangling fellow here
Hes just one tea bag short of samovar
The stinking stockpot full of overboiled
And jellified crab gumbo what is he?
Hector
He was my partner once in business
His name is Albin his late mother was
Voodoo high priestess Talala of yore
Who died while giving birth prematurely
At her own sacrificial altar prone
Who by caesarean section issued forth
Attended by nought but sharp butcher knives
She channelled spirits through El Nino back
To his adrift La Nina synchronised
With earthquakes lightning storms and undersea
Volcanic mount eruption bubbling soot