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The shaft was deep in Gallo Mine
That night disaster struck
And whether fate or destiny
The foreman's "Wha da fuck?"
Gave portent to
the impotence of
the vital hydraulic line
that from the start
had bored so deep
a major vein was hit
Where in the past "Eureka!" moans
Succumbed to panicky "Oh Shit!"s

Out of the North without the prick of sensors placed to feel,
all hands turned out to probe about the softened entrance seal.
When at first the Klaxon's blare eclipsed the proclamation,
A quick repeat was heard to be a forlorn exclamation,
"Peter's in there yet!"

Is this the end
of our hero friend
blunted in his prime?
Will yet again he rise to send
a fecund message home?
to mine as yore precious ore
Which gave his master bliss?

'Twas not the time to
run amok
because he'd lost his head.
Though when stripped of what
he considered wealth,
he'd rather wake up dead.

Save, instead, your Confederates, boy,
For the South shall rise again.

# posted by fablespinners @ 9:40 AM