That Unfit Rev

Twas a dark and (not) stormy night
The cabin lights were dim (dimmable LEDs)
The wind blew from the wormhole
Twas crit said the raven

The Astero waited, probing another sig
The night was late, tired was big
Then the C5 did wobble and thrum
And disappeared up its bum

And there, lo and behold
Was the Unfit Rev
Brass and big and bold

Tackle it I did
Not knowing if it was fit
For the ethos to live by is this;
Tackle first, sort out the DPS later, no shit

Unfit Rev