I hear a sudden crash and I go numb.
I hope that no one's hurt. Another lamp?
Aw, heck! You manic moth-hunter, you scamp!
How many have you shipwrecked, smashing chum?
Do you expect some high encomium?
Some florid phrase to glorify your stamp,
Wherein, you dashing enemy of the amp,
I celebrate Blaize Pandamonium?
The trick is you're so passionately sweet.
You with your pink-nosed decent panda face
Are so devotedly affectionate
That even though you, in your madcap race,
Bring lamps, drapes, crystal to a sad defeat,
You have us charmed so we don't mind one bit!
Copyright 2005 Anissa Nedzel Gage
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