Thursday, September 19, 2019
091919d
Saved by the Gas Range
It stomped from the sea
heading for McMurdo
scientists and engineers fainted
all others but the cook fled
neither fish nor fowl
nor anything recognizable
nevertheless, the skillet
made every part delicious
Labels:
animal,
antarctica,
monster,
poem,
science,
science fiction,
sf
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