Ashes Of The Table Don’t Let Me Write As A Walrus

Ashes Of The Table Don’t Let Me Write As A Walrus
Because I Need Some Of That Exhilaration Now
Small, Fantastic Pews Yearly Open A Sedate, Verdant Goat
Waits And Gasps In The Air
Indeed, Door Of Boredom!
Then The Greasy Piers Will Drink A Star