The Grate Beyond (Soma)

Plovers lay eggs whilst geese fly south
I am alone with a foot in my mouth
I try an adventure, I call out Y2
Meanwhile extricating toe from shoe

Mad dwarves assail me with axes and rum
The answer must be to suck my thumb
If only the dragon would sink in the sands
Strangled at last by me with bare hands

Beneath the grating lies a secret realm
Upon my frail head I don iron helm
Defending my pate from unruly grues
Who he of unseeing eyes avidly pursues

Lost in a maze little and twisting
I cling to sanity my body parts listing
At last I unleash a golden bear's chain
And my heartfelt relief at this jaunt's refrain

--Dave Auer