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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Computers computing have pinpointed here This planet, it seems, has something to fear I look to the skies and they’re beautiful…… now The stars are quite static, yet I mop my brow A spacecraft is coming; I can’t see it yet It’s out of control, so it’s a good bet That no chutes, no thrusters and no reverse gear Are going to stop it from crashing so near Gravity, might you please assuage my fear Of this plunging artefact that cannot steer Could it perhaps splash down in pools of mud Or maybe come down with a fairly light ‘Thud!’ It’s them blinking Ruskies; that’s who it was Sent that thing up and then it was lost They sent that big firework into the air Because, much like Everest… Venus is there It’s coming our way, of that we are certain Let’s hope it will head for the old iron curtain The west has been reticent to put the boot in Please Kosmos 4-8-2, crash down on Putin The experts are feeding us all with the notion That K 4-8-2 might come down in the ocean But everyone’s gonna be in for a shock If it crashes unhindered on some city block So everyone, everywhere… here is the craic Some of us may have a cross on our back So if you look up and you see it, best run For though it’s quite small, it weighs half a ton Of course, every cloud has a silver trimmed edge And whilst I shall hide behind some nearby hedge I savour the slim chance that Putin is tremblin’ In case space should dump its old trash on the Kremlin But if it is I who gets royally splattered Perhaps I should be posthumously flattered So, if its huge shadow finds me unawares It’s been good to know you… I’ll see you ‘upstairs’…
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