Tepid was the water,
And I sought to make it hotter
So I could relax beneath the stars.
Thus to complete my mission
I tried nuclear fission.
In hindsight I may have gone too far.
But I warmed the lake quite well,
And the neighbors will never tell
Cause they all are radioactive and dead.
Still, my relaxing has to wait,
For it appears to be my fate
That these Mothras keep flying around my head.
The Daily Travesty 