A pile of black metal chairs.
From the back there came a triangle of metal rods.
Immediately behind the rods there was a row of small white rubber lips.
It was a pretty sight to see.

The whole of this fearsome creature’s face minus the nose-holes.
And all the tubes going upward from head to toe.
And those gums going sticky, rich, brown.
And tastes that should frighten the daylights out.

The Giant from the land of the midnight sun.
And his ravenous hunger drove us insane.
We fought to the death and in the end.
(I always look for chairs when I go into a shop).