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Oft, in that wickless chalet all begorn…

Holy moly, how did I miss this?  It’s a Cyberiad adventure game Google doodle! You are Trurl! Add! With the the machine so stupid, it thought that two and two was seven! Oscillate! With that cybernetic muse, the Electronic Bard!  Shoot! At the cubic planet! Construct! The machine that could create anything starting with the letter “N”!

This is a poem about a haircut! But lofty, nobel, tragic, timeless, full of love, treachery, retribution, quiet heroism in the face of certain doom! Six lines, cleverly rhymed, and every word beginning with the letter “s”!

Seduced, shaggy Samson snored.
She scissored short. Sorely shorn,
Soon shackled slave, Samson sighed,
Silently scheming,
Sightlessly seeking
Some savage, spectacular suicide.

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