Nasa's Thrift's Adrift
5...4...3...2...1...0...
Ignition...Rockets firing...
Lift-off...We have lift-off...
The three-stage rocket strains upward
gathering momentum each second
Firing away on all cylinders now
gentle palm trees melt down in her wake
All systems go... the capsule's on its way
to the far side of Jupiter some day
to explore rocky promontories
and sizzling-hot lakes of molten lava
to take photos and grab dirt samples
for 'all that' this project's cost ~ ample
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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