Friday Flash: In Which Some Background Info On The Grokulator's Crew Is Gained

Sonneteer's note: this is the ninth installment of my sonnet-by-sonnet summary of a larger work, The Interstellar Feller, to be released sometime next year. To see the story so far, check out Part the Oneth here, Part the Twoth here, Part the Threeth here, part the Fourth here, Part the Fiveth here, Part the Sexieth here, Part the Seventhuth here and Part the Octthhhh here.

What would Mac Tonnies say were he to learn

How right he'd always been about those who

Have shared our Earth with us thru ev'ry turn

Upon its axis? I most surely do

Assure you that 'twas these, the cacogens,

Who ply their mistress with space smelling-salts

Who did so, in and out of time. Not friends

But neither foes were they, just made their halts,

Between trips in the Grokulator's hold,

Within Mount Shasta, where they kept their watch

Not on us, as we think but on the cold

Deeps of the night sky until that time when

The Grokulator'd make a trip again.