Why Things Are The Way They Are
	by Mistress Liver (That's Me!)

Things here on Earth were all peachy-keen,
Are was quite breatheable,
Beef was quite lean.
But high up above where little was seen
Something happened.

Someone went and dropped the Celestial Sphere.

Like a pinata it broke with a "pop!",
(Or maybe like poor Brahe's bladder)
It was at that point that things ground to a stop
And things fell from the evolving ladder
(Some more than others, like Ventrue.)

All this, 'cause someone went and dropped the Celestial Sphere.

Well, things got unpleasant,
The Hope Diamond was found.
Princes became Caitiff
And the tree down in Brooklyn was sucked into the ground.

Congress opened session,
And Tokyo was attacked
By a giant, ugly, really cool lizard named Godzilla and his counterpart 
Mechagodzilla who at the time was in league with Mothra and Gingrich, and 
Gamera was made into gumbo by a cajun named Crazy Jed,
And the concept of rhyming degraded.

We're still busy looking
For whoever caused our fate
'Cause the sun has started cooking (us),
And my computer's out of date.

If you have some information
About that little brat
Who caused this reformation
Would you get it to me STAT?

And now it's getting dusty,
The sadly broken sphere,
I think we'll make him clean it, glue it,
And then not let him back in here!

Moral of the Story:  DON'T DROP THE CELESTIAL SPHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!