A Ride In Space
Bicycling through space;
I passed meteors.
I asked, please refrain;
From chipping my home;
It’s called, Planet Earth.
Lyrids, said “sure”;
Persids, too and
Taurids agreed
With my request.
But, the strays
I heard say,
“well...perhaps”.
With charm
I did
Win.
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