ROLL-OFF!
At the Introduction of this production,
We'd picked out a spot on the track—
But shit hit the fan as our story began,
And we had to circle back...
So off we did ride to set up our hide,
Following the Grand Rounds—
Keeping eyes peeled to winnow the field,
In search of suitable grounds.
Heading west on our Möbius quest,
We sought retreat from a storm—
A narrow berth, for what it's worth;
Not much room to swarm.
Thereupon we commended Donny
With a view overlooking the valley—
Marking our coda with two oat sodas
For a fittingly fond finale.
So shrug, abide, and crawl inside
To put a cease to your searches;
And use your key to declare victory—
Or dial in the pivotal purchase!