
E275 - Little Chef on the Prairie
Once upon a worknight dreary, while I doomscrolled, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious wiki of Warhammer lore—
While I listened, podcast yapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of Labour MPs rapping, rapping at my landlord's door.
“’Tis false hope,” I muttered, “tapping at my landlord's door—
Only this and nothing more.”
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