Mishka's Decameron

. . .In the dark days of the early Twenty-first Century, a vile heinousness arose to threaten the established order with the promise of ookey chaos all about-a plague of goiters had descended upon the town, and terror held the populous in its grip. . .. And so it came to pass that ten comrades chose to take leave of their thyroidially pox'd home-to travel the countryside, passing the time in the creative endeavor of poetic expression. . . for each of the ten days they roamed, all would take a turn upon that day's particular theme-in the end to have voiced a collective cental of poems as they vaunted in a crapulent copiousness of potables. . ..