An Ode to Cubes

There was once was a girl named Jessi

Who usually ate quite messy

She preferred lunch at her desk, you see

The repercussions of which, would yet be

For when James ate alone he

was sadly without his homie

The lunch room became lonely

And the rhyme scheme ignored A/B

So as James ate in solitary

Across the street was a bang! Quite scary

Startling a nearby squirrel

Running off, his tail a whirl

Fleeing hastily, he hit a pigeon

Though only by a smidgen

Thus the pigeon flew away

To ruin someone else’s day

And so it did do

By shitting on a wrecking crew

With excrement in their eye

Their explosives were let fly

Adjacent to the White House

Or so it had turned out

The president quickly ducked

And thought his country fucked

This is it, thought Obama

“You can’t bomb me, I’ll bomb ya!”

So he pressed the nuclear button

Meanwhile munching his lunch time mutton

Like that, the bombs flew

The world burned down to just a few

And nobody knew why

The pigeon shat in that guy’s eye

But it was because Jessi

Who usually ate quite messy

Sat at her cube in jeans

As the world was blown to smithereens