Playful, still a shark though
Whole fleet’ll clog lanes if we don’t carpool
Kaboom, besiege your place, Gordon at Khartoum
Pull up make that nice Saloon car your tomb
Harpoon you, red as Barsoom
You slid like a drunk off a barstool
To the road from the stalled car
Taz-twisters of acrid smoke played above your broken bonnet
Smote because he spoke upon it
Smoked up like some hydroponic.
Alchemisland 
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