The Kashanka

The kashanka
Is a noisy place
Will make ya
Hide your face

Yet it’s started 
Well over there
The departed
Were well aware

Fostered a noise
No more a taste
Which with you cloys
Not in haste

So carnivores
Mix smell and sound
Hiding savage sores
Let kishkes resound


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