05/01/2025
"The Legend of the Garage"
On the eighth day, tired and sore,
Man looked at his garage — and let out a roar.
"There’s gotta be more to life than this!"
He cried, tripping over a rake in the abyss.
Then up rolled Pops' Cube, with tools and a grin,
Blueprints flying, like a storm blowing in.
They measured, they cut, they stacked with great might,
Until order rose up from the chaos of night.
The legend was born: a garage made with care,
Where every last socket had its own lair.
Not magic, not miracles — just bolts and brains,
And the sweet, sweet joy of organized gains.