In the meadows anew, the shcowps softly boo,
their bellies filled with caffeine.
Night and day, day and night, their booing causes a fright,
as Willy-Nilly rots quietly unseen.
The lawyers gather and blather and blather
about torts and moot courts and the like,
while Bottom was saddled as the four shadows foreshadowed
and the Gelato miners walked out on strike.
While the Gallactica Battlestar moved in from afar
rousing Lorne Greene in his grave.
The gnomes, like little Friar Tucks, consumed coffee from StarBucks
and Bottom escapes a close shave.
The Pearl Fishers casting their nets everlasting
as Juan Valdez leaves Colombia behind.
And with his mule ‘Pale' he crosses the vale,
verdant pastures hoping to find.
On Venus he doth settle to test the mettle
of the peasants that work the fields,
for in the mountains of Venus there grows a plant genus
that hallucinogenic coffee yields.
Fine stuff, indeed, though conspirators see need
to weaken it by mixing with tea.
Their profit to expand till Juan, sword in hand,
doth seek to drive them to into the sea.
The war that he wages the conspirators enrages
who send troops to drive him down.
The war prices raise which draws the praise
of the conspirators, who sell coffee in town.
As the old man we see from scene twenty-three
questions the tenor approaching.
When his query goes amiss he falls into the abyss
with Haggis, such plagiarism reproaching.
As the thread became racier, a hit-and-run glacier
wove thru the thread, to and fro,
and, there, nothing were finer to a gelato miner
than finding a vein of Haggis gelato.
And thru Hell and thru Heaven we completed page seven
as the Sopranos burst into song.
Now mark my word for it may seem absurd
this was all ‘fore we were eight pages along.
