Calimari's Odditorium houses the finest collection of aberrant nature
Ever placed before the public eye.
No Drunkard's Delirium or Charlatan's Charade.
Here lie grotesqueries eager to shrivel the strongest of wills
And spur the pyres to question the very nature of God.
Prepare to witness the fair Acrophelia who exists in a state
Of perpetual catatonia resembling d**h.
She neither eats nor breathes, yet putrefaction stays its grisly hand.
Step lively near the jaws of the Hodag
But blow a kiss to the FeeJee mermaid whose gla**y eyes still yearn
For wayward sailors, and children. Ah, children!
Be grateful you have mothers and limbs to clutch them with
As you marvel at the unwholesome, unwanted and unborn
Known only as Loligo's Pickled Punks.
Calimari's Odditorium awaits those who dare, but be aware;
No one who enters remains unchanged!