Welcome to the Holidays

Welcome to the Agglomeration

The Mistake

Forgive our regression
for the rain has stopped falling.
The lever snapped in two,
leaving the sinkhole half covered.

Iron compression
if we had but been better prepared
Peru might still have llamas,
but we can no longer Alpaca.

What an impression
the steel giant made
upon the sheltered flesh
of malignant rosy sleep.

Forget that obsession
with the horned mask ring
and hibernate until the dawn
brings chocolate waffles.

Forgive our transgression,
can we live with ourselves?
No longer yours or mine,
but he is now theirs.

*sigh* I've lost my poetic flair atm so you'll have to make do with that crappy poem until I come up with something better. Sorry.

Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations.