IB: Origins

Twas the night before Thursday, when all through the floor,

not a creature was stirring, except one dinosaur.

A spacebear and penguin were strangely asleep,

One stood and one hovered, neither making a peep.

Little IB was nestled on his cubicle bed,

While disturbing visions danced through his head.

His furry paws tightened with a maddening rage,

A brain most disturbed, as if locked in a cage!

He remembered a factory and machines making a clatter,

These events from the past made his heart pitter patter.

Once torn from his home in the Candadian wild,

He was styled for the office, a place far more mild.

Magnamantium was sewn in his middle and paws,

Inappropriate moments henchforth, this be the cause.