Yucas Are Rude, Evil And Poisonous

Dearest commander Patrellipatel,
I am here alive and well.
In the zone of questionable return,
near the sun with fiery churns.
I’ve landed in a rather odd place,
Coordinates: numero uno-cinco-seis.
The beings here are peaceful and about yay high,
Which is quite refreshing alongside blue-ish blue skies.
These creatures are rough, oblong and live in the ground,
As I can tell from the ones that I’ve found.
But these creatures are rudely quiet in the worst way and sort,
So we chopped one up and attempted to absorb.
However we realized from after that day,
That eating these things was far and away.
So in conclusion Arch-duke-count-duchess-king,
The things I’ve found here are the worst kinds of things.
Rigid, bitter-sweet poison that’s hard on the eyes
Big, moronic, squishy alien-type guys.
This poison we ate, on an evil brown tray,
However may be used as fuel as some flarkdorbs may say.
And also lord-baron-queen-emperor-count,
Monkeys are attacking and we need help getting out.