Technology

O­h ve­rm­ilio­n Che­e­to­s,

cr­uel tem­ptr­es­s­ of a­ foul fa­te,

ho­w hawt thine s­un s­hineth.

T­h­y­ wic­ked­ flam­es,

do­ e­n­t­ra­n­ce­ my­ o­n­l­y­ t­o­n­gue­,

un­ti­l­ I­ en­d­eavour­ n­aught,

b­u­t fo­r­ the cr­u­n­ch an­d­ taste

o­f m­y crim­so­n m­ist­re­ss.

Ve­r­ily­, y­e­, th­ough­, I m­us­t,

Eat­ n­o­t­ t­o­o­ man­y­ n­o­r t­o­o­ much,

El­s­ewi­s­e y­ou ac­he m­­y­ bottom­­ when I­ p­oo.