2011 - Day 266

My toe fungus grows humungous
Up into the sky,
Little creatures whittle features
On it's moldy side.
I won't just sit cos I don't trust it
A living breathing shame,
I drive to the mine arrive just in time
The yellow canary game.
I volunteer (said Paul Revere)
And down and down I zoom,
When I touch down there is not much now,
I light a match and BOOM.