Old Tom

A bolt of ragged lightning

It stuck old mad Tom

The village fool, the local clown

Tom lit up like a neon sign

Steam and fire came from his head

But old Tom was far from dead

As the smoke and ash cleared away

The village folk could hear Tom say

“Bye the Gods, I needed that”

“Einstein move over, old Tom is back”

He plugged himself into the Internet

Draining all known knowledge from it

Now old Tom the village fool

Is the Lord and Master over all

He built a palace in the sky

Passing down his wisdom

To you and I

The moral of this story is

Never go out in a thunderstorm

Or you will end up as toast!

Peter Wicks