As hot tubs, microwaves, orbs, and boxes,
Tables, doors, and haply yea foxes.
They come in infinite shapes and sizes,
Within them come very distinct prizes.
Though sanity may be drain'd,
In its place, adventure is gain'd.
Through the doors go the ghosts,
The feel alive, at the mosts.
Lines become circles, nay beginning, nay end,
Makes thou want to endue a friend.
See crusaders 'ere thy eyes,
As well as cowboys and other guys.
Keep thy chocolate to yourself in the ancient lands of Mexico,
Fie! thither is one moo thing thou ne'd to know:
He'd this warning 'r be dismayed:
Hide thy shoe, 'r the string will be frayed.
