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Once upon a time,
there was a sweet little gingerbread house.
Somebody made it during Thanksgiving,
but it outlived its welcome on the kitchen counter.
After a while,
the maintainers of the kitchen
got bored with the stale,
rotting construction. (Ewww)
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It was discovered that sugar,
candy, spice and everything nice
can burn quite ferociously.
Since Christmas with the cousins
became incredibly boring with adult-talk,
the young'uns found comfort in
liberating the counter of its eyesore.
(Not a handy henchman) -->
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The appropriate flame-thrower,
newspaper and cameras were obtained.
The young'uns did not need to look far for
approval to use the driveway,
since the adults were pleased
to see someone clear the counter.
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The doomed gingerbread house
found a spot on the asphalt.
On a bed of yesterday's City and Region section,
the house saw its last glimmer of hope,
as handy henchman #1 (name withheld)
blasted it with butane.
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Not wishing to obtain a Darwin Award,
the handy henchmen kept their distance
as the structure began to smoke.
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Within minutes, half of the roof popped off,
leaving a large section lying on the driveway.
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Fortunately, it was a windy day,
and with the willing aid of
Mother Nature (handy henchman #2),
the flames grew to several feet in height.
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As the newspaper disappeared,
the flames subsided and left
a melting mass of rancid carmel.
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Finally, it was time to bring in buckets.
Just half a gallon of water
released a tremendous amount of steam.
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When the steam cleared,
a nasty mass of carbon and gingerbread
was left on the driveway.
Also to the right,
are some cute brown carmel stains.
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