All the drones were hijacked on that sunny August day.
The pizza and the sushi were diverted on their way.
Instead of feeding slackers or a stockbroker supine,
The food was flown to people with a diminutive waistline.
The hungry and the homeless found fried chicken at their feet,
And with a hexacopter whir the cream brulee was sweet.
Single mothers struggling to make a decent meal
For their kids discovered that ol’ Santa Claus was real --
When a hovercraft with fruit and veggies did appear,
With a week’s supply of groceries and no price tag near.
Who had done this high-tech act of criminality?
Investigators now suspect the Man from Galilee.
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