The lights went out
before they went beserk
, fortunately for us all.
Meanwhile, back in Alaska,
trapped under the narration,
Jack London’s great-great-grandniece decided
public domain really sucks.
On the other hand,
I have four fingers
and on my foot
is the world’s biggest
pile of shaving cream.
Which will be handy
when I decide to
jump off a 1000
thread count Egyptian cotton
trampoline. Meanwhile, the daleks
in their mechanical bodies
have a sailboat race.
Starting in Hudson bay,