The Towels spin within the Dryer
Relinquishing some heavenly purple fluffy Lint
Beneath the Car spins the Tire
And of Kim Chi, I drink a Pint

The Refrigerator tells me
Warns me of coming Doom
The Pistachios excrete their Heavenly Pee
And I say
Parthonanona Megatrona
Awkwardly Bones Together
The Horned Old Tribe of Newer Egyptitian Simplistic Sadists

Old Men are Trouble
Trouble I warn you
but hawt trouble nonetheless
AMEN.