Plotter Verse - The Conduct of Our Time

It's actually kind of an epic poem. It's, it's the conduct of our time. The harpies crashed my boat. Now, the fleece was mine. Tone, we weren't fooled. We weren't fooled by your theft, by your theft. And then they couldn't play for a while, until somebody ranted the toys or us and bought a new football. You know, griffin, the craziest part of the game to me, what i thought,. what i thought was the craziest bird where the game ended in a tie. That was, everybody played good. Some of them were already in their cakes. They were like, wait, wait,