Spaceploitation 1

With looks of celestial damsel On mission of mystery unravel A fairy flies from foreign land Fabulously to discover dreamland With colourful feathers silky Plumage so soft as cream milky With a huge brain and physique Seemingly bereft of travel unique Marches with her wings vibrant Only to devote herself on front 1 Space being her intriguing place With supersonic speed that’s ace Surmounting all hurdles many The angel gathers speed gluttony Hovering over planetoids tiny Cosmic powers she has bonny Revolving around many orbits Surpassing all heavenly bits Eventually lands on planet afar Near the superb system of star 2 The landing leaves no stone unturned For she knows her vision churned Deep insight and attitude awesome Make her an alien winsome Tidy looks and trendy gait Extremely stunning to catch and get Her device offers a beverage strange That has unique aura and rage Pinkish perfect pure porridge The cosmic food it seems from fridge 3 Tailor-made for her specific physique Is the space suit with electro-magnetic Induction full speed and winsome Mere touch causes sparkle wowsome A protective shield made of an alloy Thus making her a space decoy Satellites she whirls like a key chain Space capsules she twirls on her mane An enormous angel from an alien abode Now at my solar system crossroad 4 What could be her mission possible! Has been my subject of marvel Is it to bring apocalypse fatal Or just to revamp my earth petal Before her I am like a neo natal What to do to know her mettle Time passes and she starts To peruse my earth full of arts Wonders at the seas and bays Astonishes at mountains and rays 5 I am now beside myself As she drills the earth deep herself Oh soon there comes an mystery man With torso made of crystal brand The drilling continues till the dusk There is a mist and her voice husk I know it’s their language mutual Based on the heavenly acts factual Perhaps the mission is to find gems In the earth stomach that overwhelms 6 Thus I’m sure she is down for mining And exploiting the earth for farming The drill lasts for hours twenty Finally come out jewels aplenty Like that of ocean-churn by Gods Here going on planet-pumping by rods The purpose is to adjust the axle Though imaginary-full of miracle Eventually gathered all gems Putting axle in firm place 7