The once was a kran named pthlkngk magan,
Who feasted on granite and talc.
With a finger and thumb, and a face that looked dumb,
Kra picked up a stone, and ate it.
I watched in amazement as I wondered where it went.
Kra crooked kra's head and said, "dude, what's up with that staring thing there?"
"That stone; where did it go?"
Kra shugged and said "I don't know."
"Alas, it was magic" I said. With a grin.
Kra just looked at me and scratched.
"I ate it, what's so odd? Don't you eat too? "
I gave a short nod.
"You have no mouth! No lips, no tongue. By the gods, you're not even hung!"
"Oh dung!", kra said with a chuckle. "Would you like to see what's under my buckle?"
A queer glimmer filled kra's eyes.
Those rumors about their gender.. Perhaps they were not lies.
I ran for my life, I grabbed a knife.
Kra was too slow, thanks gods. That saved my life.
-- ok, it sucked, but I tried xD