I heard a tapping on my
window. I looked outside and saw some,
furry little thing scampering across the sidewalk and barking at me. Here’s what came out of his mouth “Hey Mr.
Mingles Man. Manhandle my vacuum
energy. That comet comes and I don’t
want to be alone. Or is that on loan?” Or, at least that’s what I heard coming out from
his mouth.
So, I went to the doorway. I opened it and looked out. With a head of a Moriarty. And an anvil Ally to the pull of the tooth. I smiled and said, “Fangs to you.”
He ran around. Bit at his tail, and replied, “Sir! Sir!
I am not forgotten! I want to
tell you that I am for the gloss softened.
See, my bones sure ain’t rotten.
And my gravity is at my bottom.”
I replied, “I’m not Stu you
little Pid. I can easely see that you
are ‘A tail pulled by those idiots’ or was that ‘lily lads.’”
He then growled, “At least I’m a
wizard with jaws.”
To which I said, “You sure are that
Wizard who annoys.”
He looked at me, pointed his
snout, lifted his leg, and then said, “I want to point out to you that me and
my friend here. We are The Photon and
The Dog.”
And I just answered, or was that
ants whirled, “Well, I can see you as The Wizard of Paws.”
Then he replied, “Come On! I’m not the Wizard Possessed. Repossessed.
Retrograded.”
I then just laughed and told him,
“Yes. Yes! Yes, you are!
You are such a:
Pro Non,
That Makes You An
Anti-Nuken
We wilt now call you our
Auntie Nun.”
Two Witch caused them to state:
“Eee! Nun. See a Tun!
See that two nun!
Sea a Tuna!
And just pay me a Fee!
Man!
As your g Sprees Your
Nun around!”
That was when I acknowledged that
there were two of them, “Okay!
Okay! I’ve head enough of
this! Or is that I’ve heard enough of that! Well, it really is I herd enough of this herd
of you two. So, I now pronoun yous in
the shape of the universe!”
The next thing I did was step out
my door. I locked it to make my home
safe. I’m always a safe cracker when I
want to go back inside. I just do that
when I’m sick of all these crackers around me.
They sure are cracked up. Anyway,
I looked up in that stye. That’s when, in
my eye I got dropped by a bird. As
usual, I complained, “Are you Super Man Immature?”
To which the furry one barked, “You
should no that If I were a Supper Hero.
And I’m not talking about the Sand Witch. You’re the one that I canned take a stand width. I am Bat
Man. And you would be Foe Ward. Or is that Four Weird. Whatever, all we know is that, Ed Warts. Or at least you Eats Warts.”
I ants weird, “I know. I know
now. It’s that meteor that did it. Boy life sure became meatier. There it was.
It Mash Potatoed some Matter with you.
That’s Watsa Matta Wid You! And
so, now, you are just Corporal Klinger.
And look around you. All those Klingons!
This makes me feel like I am on
the banks of an Alien Stream. I see you
now. You are one of the Jelly Fish of
Jupiter.”
After that I was tapped on my
shoulder. There was my neighbor standing
in back of me. He said, “ All this time
I’ve been hearing you. You Snapping,
Napping Crew. I see those guys! They are the Physiolostones. Yes, it is the
Photon and the Dog Time. Because with
them Time Travels Backward. TTB! Anytime we can see you, you guys are Back
Wards. And this proves that you, my
neighbor, are a Back Wart. Now you
should listen to just what my back warns!”
Then, before he started, I
argued, or is that agreed, or I noticed some more greed, my a popsicle creed,
“Yeah, sure, and that Dark Energy, the Dark Matter, those Five Point Nine
Protons per cubic meter-doo!”
Pulsars met some Space
Stones
In a meteoric celestial
body
From the messed up
helium vacuum
They're a ray right out
of radiation
Let them fly with the temperature of heat
Through that plasma of
Kelvin's two point seven C.
Seven C
Seven Seas
Heaven Sees
Then that Atom hit a
Space Dog
He sure did have a Yuri
Gagarin cost flight
A Soviet mesospheric blight
It'll find the Earth Or
Bite
An Orbit Obit
Baryonic, meet the Numeric
Densities
They're the neutrino
stars and galaxies
From the electromagnetic
dust
They're a field right
out of kinetic
Someday, maybe mass
energy will dark
And then that matter
will stray out to the park
So when you're with the Anastrophe
You’ll have that
microwave spatial probe
A vacuum background
parallel rove
Five orders of magnitude
prone
We
all must learn that Hist Ionic was written up as a personality disorder. It is a mental condition. One in which people are said to act in a very
emute teal and dramatic way. Anyway,
that draws attention to themselves.
Magnetism is as magnetism does, but the Butt Put that reality is, is
that a Canis Ionic fur tail dog bottomry has distorted some sputnickal probe. And the seismologically connected fibers spacially
sparked into fidos. One specific Ion was
positively charged, in order to get attracted to a specific negative
electrode. That Grain behind this
ausweis was expediated to form a cathode.
What the waves in this form did not co-pre-med or comprehend, or corpses
amend, was that that was what was framed.
And maybe farmed. It was not a
cathode but it was what the Cat Owed.
And what that Cat Owed was a Dog.
So,
beware of the Photons. They are the snarl
tickles. This is the one that trickled so much that the other otter that travelled through some wide spaces with the
Atom Bombs just bombing away. And when that certain Photon got too much
booze, it interfered with the election of
the King of the Earth! The photon and his fiend friend fright were
then ether subtracted into a particle queuer atom or (or ore) that tomb then became a Rebel to the caustics.
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