Baby food

For want of a nail

Ant that the truth

Whew

An owly bird gets the pane

...and he crashed with a hoot
and an -oh, shit- splat
of flurried powder down.

Dig it

Chocolate C'thulhu

.
His entourage was all the rage
with weekly bouts of deophage.
Yet, each one having had his fill,
god extant was unchanged still.