“I need Caffeine” cried
Tammy Faye, whose visage
showed all the signs
of melting, no surprise
thanks to their opening
Act, the Air Supply.
"Making Love out of
Apples, Peaches, Pumpkin Pie"
It was a massive
dark, stormy night, oddly
because they’re on Mars.
The smallest Martian, Runtxxyxl
infested the bowels of
those poor, lost souls
after the jolly HMS
Apocalypse Death’s Head attacked
and sunk, with its
deck chairs, neatly arranged
in a large pentagon
to facilitate audience participation