Clementine and I In Spaceship Line

The first twelve hundred people who run out at nine Will be taken to the spaceship number Line. Coated down with resilient plastic corn zein, So I invited my adventurous cousin Clementine. She needed to come, for she did not have a dime. Some prissy stuck-up bard had said she can’t rhyme. We brought along a warm puppy, and cute wind chime. Puppy ran amok, filling the spaceship with grime. Foreman brought six men from a failed coal mine. They adopted that puppy who loved them in record time. Featured on the news as a giant creepy vine, But we had no cares at all, as we sat down to dine. One of the Santa Claus poser dudes turned to Clementine Offered her marriage, in about six second’s time. I said, “Something must be wrong with him” to her in a mime. She could not stop laughing, we both had a great time!