Spider Comb Quest 2007
Over the hills where the giant spiders roam
I eat a spiky sandwich under the spider dome
I’m taking a rest from my quest to find my comb
That I’ve been on since they stole it from my home.
(Bad spiders. Stealing my comb. Just wait, Bernoulli’s ghost will avenge this.)
One day in the future I will write a great tome
About my spider adventures after I retire to Nome
In Nome I will live in an igloo made of foam
At least until I cash the book checks and build one out of chrome.
(Chrome igloos will be the pinnacle of trashy luxury throughout Alaska once I set the standard and introduce the idea to Eskimo society.)