pot pies. After dinner
we were served chilled
, peeled, salted and diced
. Boy, did it hurt
to say: “There’s no
one waiting for me.”
But enough about me.
It’s you that we
have had under surveillance
for quite some time
from this orbiting satellite.
We know about your
vile proclivities. Such as
badly impersonating Arthur Treacher,
collecting action figures of
Yoda, and shoving parsnips
where the sun don’t
have no legal recourse,
So they called the
Blawnox police department who