Kivelobron Hymices

'Twas a day in 'Francisco, and all through the quarry,
every creature was stirring, every creature a-flurry;
The C4 was set and the det cord extended,
the hotshot cement truck about to be ended.
The MythBusters waited in anxious delight,
while visions of shrapnel captured their fright;
Adam in his fedora, and Jamie in his beret,
had been anticipating this long-awaited day,
when out by the truck, an error occurred,
and because of their fear, an analysis they spurred;
Special Agent Frank Doyle went in to check
to see if he needed the explosives to inspect.
The sun beat down on the dry, barren ground,
warming the ground and the objects around,
when to their anxiously waiting minds
came an image of explosives obliterating blinds.
By the way their thoughts were no longer sublime,
they knew in a moment it must be near time.
As they anxiously waited for the truck to explode,
all the traffic was blocked on the incoming road.
The truck had a history: it was all for a myth;
to see if explosives could clear it, the pith.
Jack started with a cherry bomb,
which didn't do worth an old CD-ROM.
Then he decided to use black powder,
which resulted in something a whole lot louder;
the slag released, the myth confirmed;
but the floor remained: it was long-termed.
That myth was busted: the slab stayed still,
and then became the cement truck on the hill.
50 degrees south of the North Axial Pole,
they radioed, "Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole!"
When it exploded, the truck was luminescent,
but just for only one fraction of a second;
and the truck was gone, and the shrapnel flew
into the trees, and into the blue.
Around the truck was a big cloud of dust,
and they no longer had to worry about rust.
They were overjoyed at watching the show,
while shrapnel rained down from the sky like snow.
As they drove to the site, and were happily amazed,
they noticed the truck had completely been razed.
Their overjoyment couldn't be abated,
as Frank said, "I think the cement truck evaporated."