A Haiku: Monday's almost here... We face our fates, hunger stirs, The jar seeps slowly... It's thick and creamy, So glistening and moist! Horstopher gulps it eagerly, It's pungent smell a foist! He rants about it's uses, A wonder miracle cream! It's dripping from his horseshoes, He swims in it in his dream! MAYONNAISE! It's so pure and white! MAYONNAISE! Nutrition for a fight! MAYONNAISE! Full of his horsey might! Horsetopher loves his supply, It's a rich and tangy sauce! He licks it from his horse hooves, His human hands give applause! He has been thinking, planning! Weaponising his creamy gel, Famine will be in trouble, Caught in an emulsion hell! MAYONNAISE! Egg whites, Vinigar, and oil! MAYONNAISE! Lemon juice if you're tradition loyal! MAYONNAISE! Weaponized if you bring to a boil! The plan is plotted out, Now it's execution time, Horsetopher leveraging his mayonnaise, This should really be a crime! MAYONNAISE! Feel Horsetopher's might! MAYONNAISE! It's gonna be hella tight! MAYONNAISE! Now bring on Monday night!