Electric Space Monkeys
It all started innocently enough.
I was at the store buying a case
Of Old Grandad bourbon.
Do you know how hard it is to transport
A case of whiskey on a bicycle?
I strapped the box to the handlebars
With a couple of bungee cords and rode off.
The booze was heavy and unstable,
And the road ran down to the rocks
Of the seashore where I was forced
To stop suddenly, spilling the case
Into the surf-swept waters of the bay.
As the bottles broke on the rocks
The waters of the sea froze into
A lake of asphalt, complete with lines.
From the lightning-flashing sky
Electric space monkeys on ten speed bikes
Descended to the sea of tarmac
And began to chase each other around in circles.
These monkeys were hostile.
They each had plastic ray guns
With which they zapped each other.
They wore blue and yellow jumpsuits
And screeched through their glass bubble helmets.
One shocked monkey dropped his ray gun.
I picked it up and began to shoot
At the nearest space monkey.
The creature was engulfed in blue flames
And twitched as it rode in circles.
Otherwise, the weapon was ineffective.
I was helpless now as the space monkeys
Turned on me and started to attack.
