October 27, 2011 § Leave a comment
Snowbound on a shelf of ice,
Separated from the thermal towers
Made of upturned mattresses
Looking like giant card houses;
Yes, separated as we are,
To get there we must cross a trench
Filled with stinging hammers,
A pugnacious watchdog,
And a rogue roller coaster.
Raise your hand to be the reconnoiterer
While the rest of us ponder the situation.