Sand crate

the man of the moon left his sand crate on my balcony one eve
i left it there for a day or two, but after a short time i was quite intrigued by it.
i urged towards it, though it shied away
i clambered on its tassles, ha!, i claimed and sank away
shinkle shangle on my meat, cranberry soda, horribly sweet
aha i shouted and it said again
my penny is worth more than thine golden henn
fuck, a two shoed pincher
finch on glass
not on my nose
but no with a farsch
crabs?
in my vagina he claimed
ah so now i see
not with those eyes
crabs in my vagina, they cause me some pain
glass housed finches with nowhere to fly
sand horrors jumping, from bottom to sky