The Bumblescum, A Cautionary Tale

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The Bumblescum, A Cautionary Tale The Bumblescum, A Cautionary Tale

Poem by: Wilbur

Genre: Humor

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Poem by: Wilbur

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Ah what a back star can yield. And what trouble we're in if String Theory proved right then fails! All from a little stardust. And enterprising Bumblescum. Oh yes. What a to-do!

Summary

Ah what a back star can yield. And what trouble we're in if String Theory proved right then fails! All from a little stardust. And enterprising Bumblescum. Oh yes. What a to-do!

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Submitted: March 28, 2012

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Bumblescum - A Cautionary Tale

See? Here they come!
The Bumblescum
Ta-ra dum dum dum
They drum
*******
The Bumblescum come
March to a drum
Ta-ra dum dum  dum
They come
*******
Never will cheat
Are shy and so sweet
They eat very little
And OLD
*******
Oh long long ago 
Our own old ones know 
The Bumblescum
Mined mold
*******
Lived way way afar
On a dead dead black star
Where the Bumblescum
Earned gold
*******
Must* of black stars 
Helps make fine attars
And Bumblescum mined
The must
*******
But, cold-pressed must
Creates stardust
Whose molecules
Make a must-lust
*******
It took just one bloke 
Who took just one toke
And found that he hadn’t
Gone numb
******
When he told what this did
They recovered their id
And made babies but
Didn’t go dumb
*******
Now they had found
The gold in the ground
The Bumblescum
Tossed attars
*******
Cold-pressed the must
Processed must-lust
Advertised it
As Seeing Stars
*******
They sent out the word
The whole cosmos heard
Seeing Stars
Was really selling
*******
Planets made buys
All across the skies
Seeing Stars
Was truly compelling
*******
Now the strings knew not lust
Yet felt that they must
The Bumblescum?
Had no clue
*******
Sold to the strings
‘N’things being things
Cosmic chaos soon
Came due
*******
See, it don’t mean a thing
If you ain’t got that string
Seeing Stars?
Very high cost
*******
Cuz the strings all got high
As high as the sky
And String Theory?
Well, it got lost
*******
And when String Theory bends
Everything ends
Nothing it seems
Is immune
*******
Not the planets or stars
Not broad stripes or bars
Not Bumblescum
Nor even Neptune
*******
Things lapsed and flew
Celestial stew
Three blown-out suns
Six blue moons
*******
New orbits set in
Some thick and some thin
Bumblescum? 
Cosmic buffoons
*******
Thrown out of the game
With no say and no name
The Bumblescum 
Landed splat
*******
Like a loosened string
With no strength and no spring
Bumblescum all
Crashed flat
*******
In cold rock-bound hills
Caught ague and chills
Hadn’t no must
Nor no heat
*******
On one long losing streak
Growing older and weak
With nothing to mine
Nor to eat
*******
So there came a day 
When they marched away
Banging on drums
Would not fold
*******
Out seeking must
For turning to dust
To sell and earn them
Some gold
*******
With which they’ll build
Thru’ a new Space-Age Guild
A ship to shoot
For a star
*******
A star black and dead
For them to homestead
Live once again
High and far
*******
Mine black star must
Create the lust-must
And sell Seeing Stars
On-line
*******
In the face of a fuss
Any trouble or muss
Earnings will pay
Every fine
*******
Oh! See, here they come!
The old Bumblescum
Ta-da dum dum dum
Here they come!


*must-1. mold, fungus; 2. frenzied state of certain male animals


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