Snookered
When ‘He’ decides to destroy one and all
I’ll spend my last day in this old snooker hall
My cue in one hand and a beer in the other
I’ll play my last game with my dad and my brother
*
’twas a speck in the sky that the eye couldn’t see
Though hubble sent images regularly
Communiqués transmitted so secretly
The news wasn’t fit for the ‘you’ or the ‘me’
Of course there were figures and charts and statistics
And scientists all stood around eating biscuits
A sceptical man said this quiche is so good
In sixty days no man would stand where he stood
The chances of anything impacting earth
Would make any advocate subject to mirth
Thus all of the sums were checked over and over
Then someone said, ‘Should we evacuate Dover?’
The truth was that Dover would soon be a crater
And everywhere else would go mere seconds later
So a man tucked away in a basement at NASA
Emailed a contact based outside Mombasa
Where no-one suspected the waste that passed through
Was a screen for a nuclear silo… or two
But rockets were readied with warheads in place
So Earth wouldn’t disappear without a trace
But Russia said, ‘Het!’ and china said, ‘Bù!
Because we mistrust what the west plans to do.
For once your nukes fly then some tiny detours
Could wreak holy havoc on all of our shores.
The data you quote is essentially flawed
And China and Russia shall not be ignored
So launch at your peril if you think you must
We shall counter strike: in this you can trust.’
The speck in the sky is now seen in the day
But no missiles, ever, were sent on their way
And churches now welcome the agnostic stray
Some seek new guidance and some even pray
The speck in the sky to the unaided eye
Looks strangely like it might simply pass by
It’s far larger now with a visible tail
Approaching unchallenged, as diplomats fail
Just one day remains until earth’s final tune
Plays out to the light of its final full moon
Our nemesis nearing earth’s lone satellite
Four hours ’til impact and then it’s, ‘Goodnight.’
*
Well that was last week and the detail you seek
Was divine intervention… so to speak
Some nations were lost and no longer about
When their tides came in and didn’t go out
And nine fractured rocks light a new blessed sky
From a near Earth encounter that saved you and I
Someone at NASA, a half baked buffoon
Perhaps should have factored the path of the moon
Which saved life on Earth, ’though not one and all
By hitting that rock like a stellar cue-ball
*
Our nine newborn moonlets, now orbiting Earth
Are circled by rocks that had shared the same birth
Many rained down, and the largest of all
Ironically flattened my old snooker hall
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