Luther's Dream

Once upon a Christmas dreary, Luther pondered, keen but weary,
Over many cool and nifty toys of sci-fi lore—
    While he nodded, nearly sleeping, suddenly there came a creeping,
As of some one gently beeping, beeping at his bedroom door.
“’Tis some cyborg,” he considered, “beeping at my bedroom door—
            Pretty cool ” he said, "for sure."

“Battle" said he, “thing of power!—Cyborg strong, out of your tower!
Fight that Army bent above us—fight that Force we both abhor—
    Tell this kid with Christmas dreams if, you can make the bad guys' team stiffs,
   You can chew and spit the remnants of their evil corps -
The Zeppelins and biplanes making up their evil corps."
            Quoth the Cyborg “Yo, For Sure.”

 And the Cyborg, always ready, still is steady, still is steady
On the motorcycle just inside my bedroom door;
    And his eyes have all the glowing of a trooper’s that is knowing,
    And the moonlight o’er him glowing throws his shadow on the floor;
And the bad guys for our battle floating o'er the bedroom floor
            Shall be routed—Yo,for sure!

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