A completely random piece dedicated to the simple yet brilliant invention: the slinky. |
There was once a slinky all red, green and yellow Sitting in the toy shop of a rather feeble fellow. One winter's night as the clock struck four, A window shatter, scattering glass on the floor. A gang of robbers who were not very nice Entered the store, as quiet as mice. They looted and pillaged and emptied the shelves Until their sacks were akin to those of Santa's elves. The slinky was squashed between a Barbie and her Ken And shoved aside as sunder'd hearts united again. The precipitous push sent the slinky through a tear And it landed on the road in headlights' glare. The slinky compressed and sprang out of the way Into a grassy meadow with bales of hay. Along came a gnome, chest puffed up with pride Thinking the slinky would be a place for his little piece on the side. His love nest was found by his wife's private detective And he lost all he had to a divorce court's directive. The abandoned slinky was found by a cow And rested on the bovine horn while it chewed on its' chow. The cow was high-reaching; it dreamt of jumping over the moon And when it practiced that night the slinky fell into a swoon. It landed in quicksand and was swiftly sucked in The poor red and yellow slinky was never heard of again. |