Manned Mission To Mars

(Apologies to Rudyard Kipling) If you can cope with no view of the trees but only sky if you can navigate some toenail clippings floating by if you can use duct tape to stop a wound from bleeding faster because you're 90 million miles from the chemist for some plasters if a flatulant spaceman's gasses reach your lungs and start to fill you and you can't open a window for that very act would kill you if you like the taste of potato processed like papier mache and don't mind drinking real ale with a straw from out a sachet if you know that the Rams are playing Man United with a full gate but can't get the result for thirteen hours to celebrate if when systems start to fail and all hope is gone and you should have stayed inside the bar of the White Swan if boldly going somewhere is your real idea of fun then you deserve all credit, and you'll be a man, my son. LLAP