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Out of the dark and mysterious void,
Came a thunderously loud humanoid.
"This will end in tears," he said,
So I turned around and went back to bed.
But into the bed came the humanoid,
With an evil look in 'is eye...
"Preparation H is awl I noyd"
'Cuz we serve it for dinner with pie.
Then it directed my gaze to the heavens,
The Blue One. Next to the fish!
I flew here on rainbows with fins.
Is this some kind of death wish?
No; merely wish-fulfilment, I thought,
Now two wishes left. I guess I ought
To do what I knows best, and
Go play with the Toys what I bought.
So I lined up all the toys,
and called all the girls and boys
"Good thinking, Master PH. A clear set of instructions, particularly for some lower lifeforms like me, would be most helpful".
He said, interjecting a light note of concern...
"So, what's next?", asked master Geoff,
"Vivaldi, Sir, direct the music - play on"..
Did the humanoid eyes see the bass clef?
Who's conducting? Let's pass the baton.
Thus the humanoid failed at conducting,
And the hairy great monster on the bassoon,
Quoth the Robot: "The Blue One, next to the Fiche!"
Not the micro--the other one!
So the bassoon ran off with the oboe ....
And the drumstick played a dramatic roll....upon which,
( If the noises in my head are bothering you , think how I feel )
If I edit, blame my fingers and brain cell because they've lost synchonisation.
Humanoids, hemorrhoids, planetoids,
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