Oh Gosh by Peter Gidlund

Oh Gosh by Peter Gidlund

Abhishek remains in class until the bell,
endlessly transcribing his disciplinary tome
onto the obsolete chalkboard.
"Atlantis is a fictional state."
"Atlantis is a fictional state."
"Atlantis is a fictional state."
"John Locke would have validated me,
Mr. Biespiel doesn't know anything about fictional countries!"
young Abby pondered as he trotted to cello practice.
On the way there, he became lost.
In a desert.  There was a mermaid that offered counsel,
but he brushed her off, as mermaids don't know anything of deserts.
After days of trekking through the sand,
he came upon a great wooden lighthouse.
On the door, there was no handle, but a fist sized opening.
Abby took the paint can and can opener,
lodged the bendable straw in the opening,
and THUGAROOOO.
It was brillant, the IRS would never be able to track him down,
he ate too much food and left multiple false trails of lasagna drippings in his wake.
Once Abby had gained entrance into the Hawaiian palace,
under the portrait of King Henry the VIII,
Obama was waiting, laughing like a madman.
"Gotcha!" Barry was too sly to be thrown off a simple trail in the desert.
Inside the sand bucket the telephone rang.
The earthquake cause the icicle to fall, impaling the kitten.
Adjusting the sprinklers, he was the hero Gotham needed,
as his home exploded into a baguette.
Abhishek flew his kite.