The Interplanetary Concavity Is How Deep
Good Men, our good ship's run aground
Between Saturn's ring and the stars
Fear not! - a turnip can be found
In form reminiscent of Mars
Once gimbals have subsumed the root
The scanners (though less than astute)
Will give the Good Ship Lollipop the boot
Good deeds ... are they nothing but crimes
When beyond the terrestrial law
We jostle in places and times
Not knowing the where or what for
Nor even the when; we extend
Our mit, to a handshake forfend
All forms, as we race to an end
Good Men, let's try four feet once more
With two pairs of stockings and shoes
As we race for the asteroid shore
With the has-beens and the who's whos
Weak trochee and anapaest strong
Will dominate verses ere long
If people don't get it all wrong
Contributors: | Arnold the Sly Ape, Roland, Ethetran, loaf, F, Chevalier. |
Poem finished: | 23rd November 2005 by F. |