The baby octopi are grilling,
charred in the gasfire's leap.
I'm thinking of plathing my head in the oven,
if you don't go the f*ck to sleep.
If anyone else wants to try turning a random tweet or flickr caption or whatever into extra verses for GTFTS, send'em along [with links, etc] or leave'em in the comments.
Previously/related: the flickr song, by Jonathan Coulton