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It’s Coming
Computers computing have pinpointed here
This planet, it seems, has something to fear
I look to the skies and they’re beautiful…… now
The stars are quite static, yet I mop my brow
A spacecraft is coming; I can’t see it yet
It’s out of control, so it’s a good bet
That no chutes, no thrusters and no reverse gear
Are going to stop it from crashing so near
Gravity, might you please assuage my fear
Of this plunging artefact that cannot steer
Could it perhaps splash down in pools of mud
Or maybe come down with a fairly light ‘Thud!’
It’s them blinking Ruskies; that’s who it was
Sent that thing up and then it was lost
They sent that big firework into the air
Because, much like Everest… Venus is there
It’s coming our way, of that we are certain
Let’s hope it will head for the old iron curtain
The west has been reticent to put the boot in
Please Kosmos 4-8-2, crash down on Putin
The experts are feeding us all with the notion
That K 4-8-2 might come down in the ocean
But everyone’s gonna be in for a shock
If it crashes unhindered on some city block
So everyone, everywhere… here is the craic
Some of us may have a cross on our back
So if you look up and you see it, best run
For though it’s quite small, it weighs half a ton
Of course, every cloud has a silver trimmed edge
And whilst I shall hide behind some nearby hedge
I savour the slim chance that Putin is tremblin’
In case space should dump its old trash on the Kremlin
But if it is I who gets royally splattered
Perhaps I should be posthumously flattered
So, if its huge shadow finds me unawares
It’s been good to know you… I’ll see you ‘upstairs’…
Copyright ©
Terry Flood
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