I sold cloth made of

Purple

And in return I ate

Snails for dinner

And when I shucked the snails' shells,

Their blood begun to ooze way,

Slowly like the remainders of a 

Phoenix ashes,

As the purple which clotted from their

Blood,

Become overthrown for its wrongdoing,

And the purple heads of the snail's

Clotted blood

Were sentenced to death

For treason against humanity

So their heads were sliced

Clean off,

Finely in julienne strips,

As their heads rolled on the board

Like dice

And placed in a finely weaved basket

Screeching from the reed's chokehold

As the blood of the snails' shell heads

Were freshly sliced

From the courtesy of a punishing deli

Known as the finely sold in royal supply,

Purple guillotine