Fun, Sun, Gun
by feldman
One hot afternoon in the Gammak Moon Base
A Banik lay napping, his mask on his face
This Banik lay napping, when into his cell
A new chump was dumped, who lay where he fell
Who this slumped chump could be, there was no way to tell
The chump sprawled out flat on
the floor made of stone
And he moaned as the chill seeped up into his bones
The Banik knew now was the time to be firm
At the start was the part for the rules to be learned
"I am Stark!" said the
Banik, "and right off the bat
Keep your side of the cell, stay the hell off my mat!"
He marked out the cell with a slide left and right
He called out the sides
With a back and forth glide
He divided the cell so his side had more light
The chump slumped against the cold
wall in a ball
The chump had a pall, didn't look good at all
He was awfully impaired
He asked how Stark fared
"Love the Chair, love the Chair--
It leaves no wear-and-tear!"
While the chump lay passed out
Stark worked on escape
And was startled to find the chump watching, agape
Shocked by the eyes of the spy on his hands
And how Stark's grand attempt was dismissed with a pan
"The mechanics won't work!"
So Stark told off the jerk,
"I'm a man with a plan while you sit on your can!"
"You're not really this mad--perhaps
only a tad,"
Said the chump, who was not so much cad as lost lad
Stark replied, "When insane,
There's not so much pain."
Sane or no, Stark was alone, after the goons came again
The second time through was as
bad as the first
It left the lad sadder and looking much worse
This time when he slumped at the wall of the cell
A voice called out clear like the chime of a bell
It promised escape should the chump kiss and tell
The chump made it back, alive and
astonished
"Beyond your endurance," the Banik admonished
Past what he could bear, the lad tried to tell
Of more pell-mell schemes to break out of this hell
In the well of the cell, the lad couldn't be quelled
Stark was aware of the stare and
the panic
The lad was as manic as Scorpius satanic
The Banik knew well the effects of the Chair
So he cared for the lad, shared his mat, pet his hair
Even dared bare his head and show off what was rare
The light of a sun peeked out from
the mask
And its warmth eased the lad into quite a long nap
The dull lull interrupted by a yell in the hall
Two goons filed in, one well-armed and tall--
Her swift rifle butt caused the flunky to fall!
The dull lull interrupted by a
moll with a gun!
Nothing to mull! Pull up and run!
Here's a gun! Join the fun!
When we're done--freedom won!
The chump, it turned out, had his own kind of sun.
NOTE: For my brother and "Horton Hears a Who", the evil FBF, and for Theodor Seuss Geisel.