Well it seems those two light hearted fools sure need some travel tools. Maybe a compass would help out. For they seem more lost than a brainless trout. But they are back once more at my shack.
Narrator guy has enough.
He tries to get rough.
He wants this done,
So he can go have fun.
But instead of Bora Bora's shore,
He sends them to a place of lore.
I mean just a regular place.
But I put that just in case.
It is Gloria's house.
She is oh so close,
To getting out of the sand.
I bet then life would be grand.
Sadly, they leave here there.
They are quite the nasty pair.
Then along the way,
They meet Optimistic Existentialist who wants to play.
That big long name,
Makes some weird claim.
It's really a wind up toy?
I wonder if it brings people joy.
Wow, Optimistic Existentialist in spandex is so scary some how. Although from some one like worm killers he may get a meow. Then again if he is just a toy it may be some weird ploy. Who really knows as he died in the grass. I will not dwell on it with my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
Published on February 06, 2014 03:00