“Words, words,
words.”
— Hamlet (2.2)
List #6: (e) gaunt, (f) pandemonium
It was pure pandemonium
When we saw all the aliens come.
Their saucers opened on the field.
They stepped outside, and then they kneeled.
Their leader, who was tall and gaunt,
Said they would like to take a jaunt
Around our planet—just to see—
Which seemed a little strange to me
Because they’d had, well, quiet a view
From up above. So what was new?
Well, as they toured, they took control
And now rule all—not part, but whole.
And we're now filled with pure regret—
Our brains are frying … I forget.
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