Poetry??? I’ll show you poetry!!! I’ve been saving this because I thought that goob Bonzo would win!
My stuff sacks were hung by the stove with care
in the hope that Jon would have Ocelots to spare.
It turned out not true.
No Ocelots. Boohoo.
The amount of fuel I use? Too much, I swear.
So I entered Jon’s contest and rhymes were written.
The Ocelot, you see, well I was quite smitten.
A winner was picked.
I was quite ticked
and concluded that I had certainly been bitten.
This contest was rigged. Jon and Bonzo conspired.
Their Ocelot deception left much to be desired.
So I’ll take my old kitchen
From me there’s no bitchin’
The old Sol Ti? Well, it’s feeling quite tired.
There’s only one way Jon can make right.
Just one way to stop a big BPL fight.
Make Ocelots for the masses.
Say “Hey, there’s no taxes!”
Now I pray that my Pocket Rocket will light.
I’ve said enough. Too much, it’s true.
This whole Ocelot thing has left me so blue.
An Inferno I’ve gotten.
It won’t sit a rottin’.
An adaptor I’ll make, if with sticks and some glue.
No, that won’t work. It’s sure to fail.
Surely Jon has something for sale.
Ocelots? Why no.
Please say it aint so.
The Ocelot 2 will work well in a gale!
That’s it. I’m done. No more from me.
Ocelot 2? Who knows? We’ll see.
Go get some plate
and stay up late.
Waterjet away and charge a small fee.
Now surely that qualifies as chaff. Yeah, this was fun and congrats Bonzo. Actually, I haven’t picked up an Inferno yet. Will wait and see what you come up with next.
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