I belong to a small group of women with an affinity for the written word. At our monthly meeting, we draw a topic card as a challenge for the next meeting. Recently, our topic card was simply a photo of two astronauts. I occasionally lapse into rhyme, and sometimes have a devilish urge for some tongue-in-cheek fun. Such was the case with our space topic, with the following result.
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In these days of tribulation, you gotta wonder why
We need to look for more, by exploring our sky.
We dress up our heroes in spacesuits slick as a whistle,
Give them a flag, and send them off in a missile.
If there are aliens out there, they probably have seen us
From their vantage point on the planet of Venus,
Or perhaps from Jupiter, in their own space cars
When they’re off with their family for a trip to Mars.
Stopping by Mercury or lunch on the moon,
Passing by Earth, they‘ll head on to Neptune.
Enjoying the cosmos and its glorious pattern
They‘ll take a left turn so the kids can see Saturn..
Circling the sun, they’ll send a message to pain us
“When we get there”, they’ll say, “we’ll study Uranus.”
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,,,,,,as I said, the Devil made me do it ....
