Snark Bombs, Away!
“Snark Bombs, Away!” shouted the Thalian
trader from the cargo bay of my stolen–
I mean borrowed–spaceship. Crouching aliens
lean into the jet stream tossing stolen
parody bombs at unsuspecting folks
crossing streets below to shake Monday up.
“That reporter approaches!” yelled Pie Polk,
my navigator, as I suited up.
I lobbed a satire missile at the prize-
wining reporter whose tricky questions
tripped me up. It shot out trailing its prize,
smoking, angling for an interception.
On final approach, it slowed, tapped that chap’s arm,
flipped back its nose cone and deployed its charm.
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What did you expect? I just had to do it. With a prompt like ‘snark bombs, away!’ it begged for it. Honest!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Snark Bombs, Away!.”