phish
axilla
I dropped the buzzard in the sand and trudged off slowly toward the town,  I needed dinner and a place where I could throw my weight around,  I detected faint axilla scent that put me off my appetite,  But mouflon warring where I went renewed in me a need to fight,  Then reveling in mirror mask I soon was lost in foggy ditch,  Without a feather gray or white to tickle that piano witch,  Fearing that I must expose my worm to holographic haze,  My Clinometer error rose and spawned in her new mawkish ways,  I woke the witch with reverence reserved for serpents, snails, and slugs,  I pulled the witch from out the ditch and turned to face the furry thugs,  The sheep they smiled with teeth agleam,  The weapons in their hooves revolved I detected a prostatic ream,  I gulped and felt my loins dissolve!!!!!!!!!   