He slithered along our canal,
To screams “T’ward the light!”
Scuffles ensued. They tried to corral
As arms rowed, with all their might.
At tunnel’s end, on knees he crawled
And balked, at the gate to the realm.
Without map, and head against the wall
He’d lost his chance to take the helm.
He’d carved a life that fell ‘to a pattern.
One famously infamous, with peculiarities.
His world of strif...
