John Bigboote to the Dark Tower came
His redness did shine out fully in the silver moonlight
He was miles from Planet 10, on a desperate quest...
One that had driven brother grays quite insane

Oh the crags and spires of that tower
That at the fiendish lectroid did lowr
Sharp they did cut the cloth of that night
And by contrast make everything else bright

Oh why had this lectroid come to die?
Skewered on battlements so high?
Why had his compadres lost their way?
On sweet Sanity's slippery quay?

Arise brave lectroids and swarm the keep
Ooze out your foul smelling bl00d
Make your green sweeties weep
Life is a joke and Death a riddle...
Your glorious death however...
Pleases your Master more than hotcakes on a griddle...

The scale of your parting from this existance must be glorious
Even though there is not a mote of a chance of you being victorious
For it pleaseth the gods that we are grand
For reasons we don't fully understand...


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