We’re super psycho masterminds
Behind our handsome grins
We’ve made a set of mean machines
From cinco baked bean tins!
Our plan is super evil
We make robots in disguise
And hide them in piñatas
For a Mexican surprise!
We’re building secret armies
Steely soldiers, baby-sized
With small but deadly weapons
And the sharpest laser eyes.
We’ve made their hands like whirring saws
To spill our victims’ guts!
And they can shoot out red hot flames
To truly scorch their butts!
I’ll plug the power in, shall I?
Just look how those sparks fly!
Our enemies should sure watch out
And be prepared to die!
But ARGH! What’s this, Great Frogs that hurts!
It seems there is a glitch
Pedro remove them from my leg,
Now quick! Where’s the ‘off’ switch?
Er…. What do you mean you forgot it?
Poem ©2013 Laura Louise Stewart
Illustrations ©2013 Paul Morton