Galactic Tactical Drawdown
Galactic race tactic was to avoid lactic acid
Build-up in muscles of space rowers seeded
Second in race around Milky Way star stud
In spacecraft flyers, human driven and blasted.
The crew of eight females well chosen and trained
For the galactic bathtub derby in space powered
By oars that warped space time when pulled,
By rowers in spacesuits with ropes on benches tied.
After the seventh star in the galaxy course was rounded.
Exhaustion set in, lactate built up, and muscles seized.
Rowers in agony, faces contorted in pain, panicked.
But then, they remembered their tactic and screamed.
"Drawdown now, we need that milk delivered."
Sound-tripped taps opened, milk from backpacks flowed,
Providing the last surge of power to win, with finish line crossed.
Galactic Milky Way race won, by tactical drawdown of milk lactated.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2016
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