Monday, April 29, 2002
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Copyright © 2002 Darren Bleuel
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[[Confused freshmen wondering where King Luca might be]]
In times of yore o'er the reactor core
The freshmen were deep in despair,
For good King Luca in his cape of fuscia
Disappeared to no one knew where
[[Gav noticing the vacant crown]]
The throne stood void until until Prince Gav deployed
His evil upon Nukeeland.
And filled the lull like an electron hole
In a K-shell valence band.
[[Gav frightening an innocent freshman]]
He made demands to obey his commands,
For madness that would overwhelm,
"Do my bidding by helping my ridding
The beast invading our realm."
[[Cecelia conducting a freshman choir]]
We ne'er saw beast and yet that was the least
Of our troubles in this dark time
True pain came care of a demonic young Sheriff
Who made us speak only in rhyme.