Sorry to keep you guys waiting for the next six poems that are the sequel to the previous six poems. Here they are. Enjoy!



The new being grows,
Encased in its gel egg shell,
It will dispatch woes.



Har! Dar! Bar!
What be this blob?
Pass me my cigar.
Arr! This be encased in a crystalline glob.

Don't mistake me for a scurvy Pirate!
Hahar! This feel squishy between my fingers.
This will please my viking brothers, especially the pilot.
Aieee! I think me sees pincers!

Hoho! This substance seems to hold an egg.
Oh no! Me dropped the egg as the sea ebbed.
Humph!... Errr! This jump hurt me leg.
Us vikings will never wear stupid peg legs!



Sssavage brute is spotted
He'sss all alone and knotted
Yess, I'll make him my savory supper
I shall be hisss Doom! His Destructor!
Is that a saucer in his hands?
No! It is an egg he found on the banks.



Bert has problem, I hear others with my doldrum.
Near the egg is a Balkan? Who has strong fulcrums?
Oh me master, me sense a conundrum. Must me face a squadron?
The egg must be in my hands, else it be a problem.
Bert also detects another demon. Will they fight and create a flotsam?



I don't smell it my brother Erebus.
Thou think the egg may have been disposed of?
Pause my fellow, I spy robotic tracks.
My nostrils smell milk and honey in this path.
OH! How great is my wrath! Khrushchev is back!



The egg's fate
lies with
He.

Should
all mourn?
or feel glee?