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Teletubbies of Dread



 Once upon a gloomy morn, as I lay nestled in my bed,

A strange, unearthly voice resounded in my head.

It whispered eerie secrets, tales of dread and woe,

Compelling me to witness a ghastly puppet show.


I rose from my chambers, plagued by a curious distress,

To find a desolate theater, cloaked in shadows' caress.

The air was thick with a sense of foreboding,

As I stepped inside, my heart steadily imploding.


A spotlight flickered, casting its macabre glow,

Revealing figures on stage, with movements unnaturally slow.

Their hollow eyes glimmered, their painted smiles grotesque,

And amidst the darkness, their presence did impress.


Teletubbies they were called, creatures from another realm,

Their existence a puzzling enigma, a bewildering helm.

Their childlike forms belied an eerie aura,

A twisted parody of innocence, causing hearts to quiver.


The first, Tinky Winky, with his purple, towering frame,

A sinister cloak adorning him, evoking unholy fame.

His triangular antenna twitched with an arcane might,

Drawing one's gaze, imprisoning it in eternal night.


Next came Dipsy, with his hat of sinister allure,

An emerald green shade that whispered a curse so pure.

He spoke in twisted riddles, his words a labyrinthine snare,

Entangling unsuspecting minds, causing them to despair.


Then there was Laa-Laa, with her radiant golden hue,

Her giggles held a madness that left one feeling askew.

Her innocent demeanor was a mask, a cunning guise,

Concealing a darkness that danced within her eyes.


Lastly, Po, the smallest of them all, a crimson shade,

His relentless giggles echoed, in a discordant cascade.

His circular antenna spun with an unholy glee,

Commanding fear and unease, twisting reality.


They pranced and they frolicked, in that spectral stage,

Performing a grotesque pantomime, a haunting outrage.

Their voices merged into a cacophony of despair,

Warping the minds of those who dared to stay and stare.


Their macabre dance reached a crescendo, a climax of dread,

As the audience, enthralled, lost their sanity instead.

Visions of twisted landscapes and unholy realms unfurled,

A nightmarish panorama that enveloped the world.


I fled from that theater, my mind forever scarred,

Haunted by those Teletubbies, their malevolence marred.

The whispering voice still haunts my thoughts to this day,

An everlasting reminder of that twisted puppet play.


Beware the Teletubbies, for they hold an evil spell,

In their innocent facade, a darkness too deep to tell.

They roam in shadows, with their sinister glee,

Waiting to ensnare those who dare to disagree.


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