Cthulhu Rising Or Not!

Cthulhu's Morning

Cthulhu rolled upon his bed, a stony plinth set for his head.
He turned his many eyes to gaze, for his Astro Clock of days.
The time was near, he stretched and peered.
But was It Right?
Of that, unclear, he wiped away the grime of Ages,
And went to sit up, slowly, by stages.
As elderly Great Ones are wont to do,
He thought Great Azathoth!
It's true!
The Time is Here!
The Time is Now!
It's Time to find some Human Chow!
But then aghast, he saw his Error!
For indeed it was not yet Time for Terror!
For some silly satelite, broadcasting shows through out the Night, had muddled Eldritch Clock,
 and so back to bed he thence did go!

Another Bad Poem, by Tamara Wilding Feb2016

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