Space Shot
Space Shot
If I were a scientist I'd build a massive gun
To blast myself beyond the moon and then beyond the sun
I say the sun but it’s a star, our closest so I'm told
But I would keep on going cos the stars just leave me cold
They’re balls of burning gases and I’m sorry to be fickle
They always burn your tootsies and they defrost your popsicle
So on I'd travel speeding like a nuke intergalactic
Glad I built my launcher out of metal and not plastic
Lest I fail my mission, I'll rally and jet on
No meteorite shall halt my flight, I'll have my helmet on
I only hope that as I go my lungs don't spill my breath
For who would then inform you of my sad untimely death
My sole intent to land upon a planet like our earth
And so I would send word instead about my second birth
I'd need to make a missile that could take my message home
But first I'd make a shelter, perhaps a perspex dome
Once I'm fed and rested I would make another shooter
For there's no way that I could make an Interstellar scooter
If that's what you expected I must demonstrate defiance
My skills are in ballistics and not in rocket science
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2019
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