Impression Of J. Temperence - The Fall

Hate wide for dog breeder

in the town of purport

A never seen dog breeder

This is the tale of his replica

Name was J. Temperance

Only two did not hate him

Because peasants fear local indifference

Pet shop and the vet, Cameron

One night vet is called out

from his overpaid leisure

To Temperance household, delivered ran out

and phoned his wife in terror

The next bit is hard to relate

The new born thing hard to describe

Like a rat that’s been trapped inside

A warehouse base, near a city tide

Brown sockets, purple eyes

And fed with rubbish from disposal barges brown and covered

No changeling,

as the birth was witnessed

Only one person could do this:

«Yes» said Cameron

«and the thing was in the

impression of J. Temperance»

This hideous replica

Scrutinise the little monster

Disappeared through the door

This hideous replica