Now, For Something Completely Different
I plugged it in with a devilish smile,
placed a pie pan on the glass turnstile;
it lit up sparkled colored glowing flames,
as i knew it would, this wasn't just a game;
but three in the corner screen
hidden and once unseen
the camera revealed itself and its lens
and my picture burned, the image cleansed
charred upon the dirtied microwave dish
as the tweeter watched and laughed and fished.
He pushed back his hair, blond locks and all
and laughed then grimaced, that one has a lot of gall!
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