pragalagma

Late at night, the chemists make
a mixture of a thin, opaque
goo from somewhere, and a steak
from some strange beast fetched from the lake
and then they add a pinch, a flake
off the skin of a half man/snake.
Within small bowls, they mix and shake
and just to keep themselves awake,
pretend to taste some; It's all fake.
For no one would even dare partake
in what they've made and plan to bake
To do so would be a grave mistake
and I give warning for your sake:
Do not eat the mating cake.