Huff Puff Whizzo

"Achoo Achoo!" Exclaimed the meat
"These iron filings are quite a treat
But incase I loathe the winding lace
I'd prefer a napkin to leave my face"

"Huff Puff Whizzo" whispered the tree
to blind himself of society
But the meat itself wasn't alone
as it was right in length of a smelting bone.

I walked and talked towards the tree
asking repeatedly "Granary me?"
The tree was flenned and tripped a crater
crushing the meat and perhaps a baker

I grabbed the contents of the bone and ran
and ran and ran and lamp and ran
until I suprisingly ran out of cloth
So I died on the filings and started to cough.