Oglethorpe

They say all men need a hero. Mine lived primarily on gorp. So, listen long and listen slow To the sad tale of Oglethorpe. He was bigger than a breadbox, Or a sly pygmy jumbotron, About as clever as a fox Or a six-sided pentagon. How did my wife get the idea? Did she learn it in her coven Or from that cookbook from Ikea When she put him in the oven? The first hour, he began to swell. Another hour caused him to warp. The final hour sent him to Hell. Goodbye, my hero Oglethorpe.