Doombus Omnibus

On coming home this Woden's Day, this Middle Day
Aware of western wind's warm blowing
I heardnofelt the neighbors in a silent fray

And thought, it goes to figure, way things are going
The building's lost all power, I'm sure.
Perhaps part pacified by this prescient knowing

My mind began to plan -- flashlight, headlamp, candles, cure!
I will achieve illumination
Thought I and started up the stairs, all calm, demure.

But wait! what of the things that need refrigeration?
Who's the Prometheus that brings us cold?
To unfreeze vodka is to bring shame to my nation,

And my poor broccoli will wilt before it's old.
I gasped for breath, sped up to a trot,
And when I walked into the house, imagine my suprise to find the power still on and functioning perfectly. What a silly man I am, I thought. Imagined the whole thing. I calmly walked around the gloriously lit hallways, inspected the state of things in my private chambers, flicked the bathroom light on and off the precise number of times required to ascertain its indomitable efficacy, but no more. Somewhere during the divine strobe, the toilet called to me in the voice of an angel and I could not refuse.

Later, while I was meditating on the inevitability of purchasing a plunger some time in the near future, the lights went out. A sudden overflow of spontaneous feeling overcame me, and