‘Twas busted, and the slurpy works
Did grind and grumble in the box
All wonky were the front controls
And the foam wraiths ate socks.
Beware the AC shock my son
The wire that sparks, the light that pops
Beware the drive belt’s edge and shun
The fuming junction box
He took his screwdriver in his hand
Long time the gremlin foe he sought
And so he stopped by the kitchen stove
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in complex thought he stood
The gremlin with its fuse aflame
Came swirling from the grinding box
And smoldered as it came.
One two! One two! With brown and blue
His wirecutters went snicker-snack
He stopped it dead with tin and lead
And went perspiring back.
And hast thou slain the gremlin, son?
O dirty shirt and sockery!
‘Tis washing day, calloo callay
They chortled in their jollity
‘Twas mended, and the slurpy works
Did swirl and twizzle in the box.
Responsive were the front controls
And the foam wraiths cleaned socks.
Jesus: Hey, Dad? God: Yes, Son? Jesus: Western civilization followed me home. Can I keep it? God: Certainly not! And put it down this minute--you don't know where it's been! Tom Robbins in Another Roadside Attraction