An Ode to Operation MacGreagor


A lambent bright hue, a blinding white light
My roommates old shoes were this kind of sight

A pain to the eye, and a cheap off-name brand
Too loud for my taste, the colors too grand

They just wouldn’t do! They just had to go!
We had to act fast, we couldn’t be slow.

These shoes had to burn, roast scald sear and fry,
And not only that, they needed to fly!

A fine sturdy boat, set out in the lake
Enough to withstand an eight-point earthquake.