I fiddled and diddled my way out of my
dire circumstance. I carved out a new fiddle
from the wood floors of my prison and made
its strings from the guts of my bikini clad
captor which in reality was a man-eating plant.
I burned it to the ground.
I wooed and bedazzled those lovely nubile
Nubians with my charm, good looks and
musical abilities. I plucked picked and used
my stick on those fiddled strings, stomped my feet
to my favorite demonic beat and watched them melt
and burn away.
All in all I had one hell of a good day…