Pranksters
Once upon a time there were two jesters,
they didn’t survive but produced the storm;
Wildcats need to roam and will not reform
adding their potency to disasters;
Crazy to caress a wild tornado
try to level it to fall and lay flat;
As lethal as a swinging baseball bat
running through the streets a desperado;
Nothing felt better than a combined purr,
cluster bombs exploding with a climax;
Pranksters prowl along undiscovered tracks,
and the madness came tumbling after.
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