Poderos - Forkin Techno In The Woods

In the heart of the woods, where the trees stand tall, There’s a strange gathering, a sight to behold. For there, strange creatures and people all, Gather together, as the night unfolds. The sound of techno, thumps in the air, As they dance to the beat, without care. The forks they hold, like wands in their hand, Waving leaves and branches, in a magical land. There are weirdos, and creatures, and eagles so bright, All united in dance, under the light. The forks are loud, but the techno is louder, As they stir their pots, cooking up a chowder. The creatures and people, in their strange attire, Dance together, united by the fire. Their forks are used as a symbol of peace, A strange gathering, where their worries cease. In the heart of the woods, where the magic reigns, They dance till dawn, with forks and chains. A strange poem this may be, but a truth it tells, That techno and forks can unite all else.