There was a Born_Acorn who fought to the death,
With his alter-Born_Acorn, to their last breath.
All through the day, and all through the night,
They did kick, and they did bite.
“That’s it!” said Born_Acorn
“These conversations are through!”
“Nuh-uh” said Born_Acorn,
As he threw some sheep poo.
“What would it take, for you to leave me be?”
Said Born_Acorn, deflecting fetid debris.
“A bucket!” said Born_Acorn, “Of Brussels Sprouts,
And I’ll refrain from throwing this net full of trouts!”
“Then let’s call a truce,” said one to the other,
“I’ll get you your bucket, from the great Earth Mother!”
And so they searched, far and wide,
Little did they know, the Earth Mother had died!
Discouraged, they were, as on they trudged,
When they came across one called Owen Rudge!
They asked and they pleaded “Where is the Earth Mother?”
But all Rudge did, was look from one to the other.
Now saddened by failure, they returned home,
And they met a Prof_Frink, under a geodesic dome.**
“Where is she,” they asked, with tears in their eyes,
He said, “Her heart was broken, and she’s in the skies.”
They looked at each other, enraged beyond recognition,
And both went off frantically, to look for ammunition.
To this day they stand, upon Mount Lovelorn,
Battling each other with large sacks of peppercorn.
**http://www.thedomecompany.co.uk/images/domes/10m/10m_guildhall_glow.jpg
It’s like Dr Seuss! Except me and myself are the subject!