Mavericks, wander in; during the early hours,
Diverging from purpose, at every opening.
Authorities move in; to block off the vicinity,
Searching for the missing:
Half eaten cereal bowls, abandoned,
Shrugs, the dogs wanted it anyway.
Raise the alarm!
The house engulfed in smoke!
Wild thing one wanted toast!
Wild thing two threw a tea towel over the toaster!
The world is ending!
War ensues over what to view:
No! Disney is crap!
I have the remote control!
Hairs sticking up; deranged!
The fumigation process starts;
It smells like a French whore house.
Hair spray, gel, super glue;
Whatever it takes, to get them looking half normal.
Socks appear, out of nowhere,
Shoes on feet,
It is coming together.
The Hulk no longer outraged;
The Banshee contributes her last shrill squeal.
Suddenly, two angels appear;
Another successful morning.
– L.J. Lenehan –