I have something to say about life in general so I'll say it in
verse... "God of Dough and Wires" I am a God With a transmutation gift- Between dough and wires I can instantaneously shift. Given a preference I choose dough as my form, And only when needed Into wire I transform. Now there are times that arise When, in my blissful doughy state That the wiry come to tease My form so ovate1. My web is woven For just such a catch So on this wired kind I can let loose my wrath! When my wiry fiends attack (Or should I say are ensnared?)- Into the God of Wires! I transform from this unlikely chair! In fire! and flame! A monsterous threatening wired being Arises in great ire Against their wiry apings!2 As they scurry away On their excited little toes3 Blissful peace returns I lapse back into my dough. So it goes back and forth In the great rivers of time To the end of all galaxies -Here treated in rhyme. This world is quite wired And I sit here in glee -I will demonstrate again How Godly I be! To the small wiry kids entertained By the plump old guy- me! wbiro 1. ovate- having the form of an egg. 2. aping- that which apes do. 3. excited little toes- that which all those wiry little fiends I mean kids have who are incessantly scurrying around me... |