Malakar’s Calamity

upon his tower dark and tall malakar stood to doom them all with lightning flashing, cape unfurled he cackled, "Now I rule the world!" he pulled the lever, struck a pose but fate, unkind, had other woes for with a snap, the lever broke and hit his minion (Grubnuk croaked) his robots sparked, began to dance one juggled fire—badly, perchance another whirred, then high-fived air while malakar just stood and stared “uh… that’s not right,” he mumbled low as sparks set fire to his own robe he tripped, he tumbled, with a groan and soon his tower stood alone for down he fell, a mighty crash! right in the king’s grand pumpkin patch now in the dungeon, sipping tea he plots his next catastrophe