Orbitville

A tourist came in from Orbitville,
parked over a classroom, and said:


Color speccs dot long sheets of
Planks throughout this chamber.


Some move slightly as their
Leader dictates.


Many quickly glance at a
carton of digits,


Others stare. They stretch open
Fans, and caress each blade.


There are some who raise tentacles
in fear when the dictator


Strikes a glossy screen. Others
Reluctantly drop circular domes


Between their awaintin appendages
shame.


Hopefully, master won't smite
them all.