The beach was hot,
The sand stinging, too many bathers bobbing.
Not today –
The wild, warm waters would not taste our baked skin.
Need alternatives –
Things to trespass through temperature and time.

The Rock had an idea –
Not novel by any means, but oh! so good.
Minitown!
Yes, painted boxes modeled to scale on a city rooftop.
Bustling Durbanites, beware! –
I stomp, sending shockwaves of mayhem and destruction.

Forget family –
Go to Happy Chappy and kiss your last lamb bunny goodbye.
Reck you not my lizard loathe?
I’ll teach you, motley Xanadu crew,
To promptly part ways with your Black Labels and head for the hills!

As for the unborn,
I’ll shred Addington Hospital in one crush,
Terrifying nurses worse than The Joker ever could.
Wait! – what year is it?
Is this the eighties? I’ll hold out for another decade.