The Tin Foil Hat and Mr. Microwave

The Tin Foil Hat looked for a head
While the Microwave looked for fear.
The Tin Foil Hat said, “I see Mr. Red.”
Mr. Microwave said, “Bring him here.”

Mr. Red looked in the glass window
For a hat that could keep him warm,
And the Tin Foil Hat approached Mr. Red
“You are the one I was forewarned.”

Mr. Red stared with crystal ball eyes and said,
“You should sit upon my crown.
You can nest where facts have left,
And my whimsy knows no bounds.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said the Tin Foil Hat,
“But you must befriend my brother.
His name is Mr. Microwave,
He moves fast like no other.”

“Pleased to meet you,” said Mr. Microwave
“I’ll cook up anything you like,
Like canned conspiracies of juicy rumors
So the facts can take a hike.”

“If you got ‘Birthers’ on the brain,
Or ‘Death panels’ for ‘Killing Granny,’
I’ve cook plenty of books and everything else,
Just ask Mr. Sean Hannity.”

“I see, I see,” said Mr. Red with glee,
“And I can see myself in the Tin Foil!”
“You know, Mr. Red if you got a cold head
You should come inside before you spoil.”

Mr. Red looked at Mr. Microwave
As he opened Mike’s door to inspect,
Then Red slid his head inside with Tin Foil,
And that was the end of Mr. Glenn Beck.