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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A Space Trip to Remember The couch and foot stools were delivered today, and while they were carried in… Yes, Dragon and the penguins, commandeered the boxes quite quickly, settling in. They put them at the top of the hill, where they could see the purely, open sky. Then took off in their spaceships, going higher, and higher, and higher, to fly! They wanted to be the new aliens: exploring the moon, the planets, and the stars. They wanted to be a part of the final frontier, and were… in their creative minds. The big box was the mother ship; the smaller were the fighters and the scouts. For you never know what awaits out there, in the great beyond, with all its routes. Once they turned a tad to fast, while trying to miss a great big sun! Their boxes fell over, dumping them solidly, then, upon the ground. But nothing seemed to matter as they rolled quickly down the hill. They came up laughing, with their stun guns in hand, solidly set on chill! So they climbed that mountain high, to stealthily win back their beloved ships! In the end they invited the intruders found, to lunch, before taking off again! The rings of Saturn would be theirs to hold, before the beginning of night. And they took out their balloons, to contact a gaseous nebula, in their sights. Bubble blowing was the language of the universe, as they flew among the stars. And when the stars came out that night… They wanted to stay a little longer! Dreams that night, were of stardust when they finally went to seek their beds. Oh, if I could only be young again! I’d join them just, one more time, I said!
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