1964

Miniature robots
Like to think about
Peanut butter.

They drill through
The fire-tubes
To aerate the cloud.

Thoughts of fats
Occupy their heat sensors,
Free them to perforate

At peak levels.
Cats watch them from
Under sedans.

Oblivious, we
Mourn the inner ear
Of our youth

As recess leads
To another infestation
Of the swingset.