It is said Heaven is guarded by pearly gates,
Instead you’re trapped by big pearly whites,
Which is a fate you really did not anticipate.
They say not to go quiet into the night,
(Though it’s hard to tell without a watch on hand!)
Yet rather make some grandiose final stand.
But frankly you’re too frightened by this rex’s overbite,
To exactly obey those ancient words of poetic wisdom,
(Though more pressing wisdoms may soon eat at you.)
But instead a colloquial brought to mind would do,
Over the lips, past the gums, look out stomach – here YOU come!

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A late 'oh god, I need something' submission for Vore Day. This was a gift from the ever fantastic and surreal  MikeDavins that he quite randomly gave me. Literally. One day, he just send it to me in my notes. I had commented on his pictures twice, and yet apparently he liked Slyster enough to draw this phenominal piece. Whilst Slyster doesn't actually have a uvula in reality, I'm willing to give it a pass by virtue of it looking awesome and being part of Mike's trademark style. Regardless...I wrote a crap poem for this description, because I couldn't think of a proper story to write in such a short time! Despite the fact I hate poetry, and suck at it. Even after taking a whole class dedicated to it. A class I also hated. Poets, at least the ones I've encountered, are the most pretenious people I've ever met. They never can just say plainly what they mean, they always need to make it artsy. Well, bugger that! Plain and simple language, people! Anyway, enjoy and I promise, there will be actual stories coming soon!