glafa

when our trusty old steed
wasn’t feeling so sound
good old glafa
got us around

chaotic meter and rhyme
our dear old belt was slipping
losing track of time
tiny teeth were stripping

syncopated tempo complained
perhaps i’d gone mental
battery drained now explained
got glafa as a rental

focus forlorn in familiar fugue
adventures waylaid
until they’d found the right mood
and this piper was paid

good old glafa
was a merc who could twerk
did the back and forth cha-cha
while the mechs went to work

all the valves checked good
nothing else out of whack
all good under the hood
focus got her groove back

said goodbye to glafa
but thanks for the ride
from zed back to alpha
we just take it in stride

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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