James Gruetzmacher

Your omnivorous mouth opens up,
Your Silurian eyes blink insidously.
Mawing rows of adhering cilia,
Is typical of your nocturnal activity.

Oh acursed is thy name,
You wretched blight from Throth,
Your preoral chambers varies from a slight depression,
To deep organelles that froth.

Simple cilia protrude from somatic cilature,
As globular mouths descend,
To bare down upon an unsuspecting victim,
A veritable horror that transcends.

Crustaceous envelopes, ampullas that collect,
Rule the air in terror,
From those hideous caverns on Zok,
Of doom, it is the bearer.