Monday, November 17, 2008

Gooogaloch

Jacinda only made it halfway
Before running into Rutherford
I bet she didn't realize what was in store
I bet she never thought she could be lost

Among the reeds there was a baby
No one could remember her name
And they swore up and down that it wasn't right
But the informed reader simply sighed
Closing the book in frustration, he wasn't sure
what the hell was going on.

But Jacinda and the whale watchers
Now given the distraction of a warty amphibian
Were pressed up against a confused beam of omnipresence
As Rutherford, and his fishing boat arrived

The display of lasers between the boats was stunning
But no one spoke or moved
All hearts sank, except for of course the god of the lost,
Rutherford, who's heart swelled with joy
Fellow travelers, thought he!
Yet to keep them in this state, I must not utter a sound
Nor speak.

Ben, in a moment of common brilliance
Shined a light at the front of the boat,
We now see that the boats name is Pauline.
Nothing heaver than a little less than 16
Was in the air between them

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