Presaging

The morning on Mars back to the moon, lunch at high noon, a short nap Tea on this planet with a celestial map That will be your schedule soon This year the vacation’s planned for Andromeda It’s only a two day drive, after all You’re not badly off and have a stellar jeep A recent make, albeit somewhat small No matter though for your latest family is from Saturn Where they come quite slim, and tall Remember to visit the exclusive colony there of sunbathing sloths Who own parasite superseers Shooting light vectors out of eyes that transfix passing stars In order gently to wipe their galactic tears All that is for November Now it’s only June and months of work Designing an antimatter belt infinitely self expanding To girdle an eighth of the universe The order was terse : The plans must be ready by September full stop You know the Chinaman, the inscrutable cop Deputising, for whom? Whomsoever Never say sorry, never say no, never ever It’s late, very late, by candlelight . I yawn . Must finish this letter and sleep, before it’s dawn