Doom's Day Aftermath

There once was a poet named Poetryman    
He was such a hunk of a man    
Who started a poem competition    
Something about earth's destruction    
Lost everything, including his woman    
     
The scientists missed their predictions    
Because the earth was in collision    
Chaos was everywhere    
My lady was nowhere    
Dark clouds blurred my vision    
     
The earth rumbled and tumbled      
I was disoriented and troubled    
Total darkness shrouded my being    
Modern gadgets useless for seeing    
Got knocked down and humbled    
     
When I woke up I was in a cold maze    
I'm surprised to see a familiar face    
Coming around the bend was Poetryman    
With all the foxy ladies in a white van    
Ready to reproduce a new breed of race    
     
We need your expertise poetic engineer    
Rebuilding can't be accomplished by a seer    
The earth as you see, is still intact    
Regardless of the huge impact    
Come with us, my dominion is near    
     
Thank you my friend for your invitation    
I thought I was in total abomination    
Who could refuse such gestures    
When all I could see are sexy figures    
Nice prelude to sexual culmination    
     
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 Photo source: weirdasianews.com and darkwing  
   
Entered in "It's The End Of The World As We Know It" poem competition.