ie, god-middling Armendes

As decreed,
de-fracto cumuli luminosities
cry out from a dewy carpet,
a tossed salad of varigation,
heavy with pratfalls:
So it happened,
in the age of simpatico-Aquarius,
Uber-ciliums (sic)--
purveyors of
The Decimal Pizza Dough,
the subcutaneous round pi
square cut, cubed,
dissected, outed from
inside and concocted
via psuedo formulations
that spell out doom
for mortals and mortal
enemies--
Will erase a crucial
Obelisk etching (of
arboreal & fathomless
chicken/woodchuck skirmishes)
And replace it sneakily
with sugar gumdrops, thus
quashing fleeting doubts
and ensuring the “t-
Minus Countdown Facility”
operates unimpeded.
…only Howard Pitswiggle
will remain unnerved;
But fed slowly to
the giant Diomedes’
man-eating steeds, he
will capitulate
and be remade as
Armendes: Gopher to the gods.
~~~

Next week:
A pleasant (sic)less poem about petunias.