The POTW: Verse Til It Hurts
The other day I bought this object called a Kill-A-Watt, which you stick in an electrical outlet, and then you plug things into it and it tells you how much power they're using. Which makes it a pretty fun toy, actually, if you're like me and you like to know stuff. It also led to this poem, in what I suspect is a fairly obvious way.
There was a leaky baby who became a leaky man
And they returned the favor with their droppings and their ooze
Our tentacles and ventricles and ineffective seals
Copyright © 2014 by Dave Grossman
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