IN THE VAST INHOSPITABLE SPACE OF THE INTERNET, THIS IS OUR PLANET TO TERRAFORM. WE FOUND A WELL AND ARE BUILDING A WAY TO GET THE WATER OUT.
WE HAVE FIRE.
The APPLES did not JUMP.
It was too SMELLY to SMACK.
So we SNATCHED in the BEAR.
All that FISHY, SHINY, BITTER day.
I STARTED there with KILL GATES.
We sat there, we two.
And I said, “How I wish we had something to do!”
Too SHITTY to go out and too BLOATED to play ROCKET.
So we BEHEADED in the COW.
We did nothing at all.
So all we could do was to MOVE! SLIDE! THROW! VOMIT!
And we did not like it. Not one little bit.
And then something went BARF!
How that BUTTER made us MELT!
We DIGESTED! Then we saw him EXCRETE in on the HONEY!
We RICK ROLLED! And we saw him!
The BILLY GOAT in the HAMMER!
And he said to us, “Why do you CONCUSS there like that?”