Living on Mars will soon be common
Nothing exciting or unusual
Hope I'm still around to see the day
I'll probably run out of fuel
Living alongside those little green men
Can we decipher their speech
Can they decipher our lingo you think
We both have stuff to teach
The landscape seems somewhat hostile
Not conducive to those on earth
Imagine damn spacesuits will be required
Difficult to conducive maneuvers
Travel on Mars is not around the corner
So I'll be long gone before then
Wonder if they'll have public washrooms
Will we be playing in playpens
Categories:
spacesuits, space,
Form: Rhyme
Galactic race tactic was to avoid lactic acid
Build-up in muscles of space rowers seeded
Second in race around Milky Way star stud
In spacecraft flyers, human driven and blasted.
The crew of eight females well chosen and trained
For the galactic bathtub derby in space powered
By oars that warped space time when pulled,
By rowers in spacesuits with ropes on benches tied.
After the seventh star in the galaxy course was rounded.
Exhaustion set in, lactate built up, and muscles seized.
Rowers in agony, faces contorted in pain, panicked.
But then, they remembered their tactic and screamed.
"Drawdown now, we need that milk delivered."
Sound-tripped taps opened, milk from backpacks flowed,
Providing the last surge of power to win, with finish line crossed.
Galactic Milky Way race won, by tactical drawdown of milk lactated.
Categories:
spacesuits, space, sports,
Form: Rhyme
This world has been invaded by aliens
Though there's really no need to show fear
They've been living for years now among us
You'd be surprised at how very near
They're everywhere in our daily activities
In fact you wont believe what they've seen
By now they know us as well as we know ourselves
Try not to let "that" give you the creeps
I can't think of a place where their not sitting
Watching our most intimate moves
They've probably seen movements by our President
Which wouldn't make for good nightly news
They've found out they can't breath in our climate
After all these years they've left their suits on
That poses a bit of a problem
Cause that's exactly where they went wrong
It's all in the design of their equipment
On their planet they just couldn't tell
That their spacesuits look a lot like our toilets
Which hasn't gone over so well...
Categories:
spacesuits, funny, humor,
Form: Free verse
Boy asks priest:
Sir, I've seen spacemen that need to wear spacesuits because it's cold in outer space
do those who go to heaven also need spacesuits because of the cold?
Priest responds: No my son, souls do not feel the cold in heaven.
Boy responds: If souls cannot feel cold, how can they feel hot in hell
Good question
Categories:
spacesuits, child, heaven, religion, space,
Form: Didactic
Louis: How are things down there? Hear the Northern and Southern States are
having quite the disagreement. Congrats for becoming president.
Abraham: You're right about the unrest. I just hope a war doesn't break out soon.
How did you get so far- and even leave Earth - in the first place?
Seems to me it would be colder than ice out there!
Louis: Thank goodness for rockets and spacesuits. That's what enaabled me to
travel to the moon - not that I expect you to understand in your time! And believe
me you're right about the cold! Feels great to be weightless too.
Abraham: Man on the moon sure is quite the achievement. Probably beats all these
appointments I have! Well, have to sign bills, meet people, and so forth. Have a
great time and bring back a moon rock!
Louis: Thanks and hope you don't get too busy! Going to spend a while out here
and hooray for America! See you later.
Categories:
spacesuits, lifehope, me, moon,
Form: I do not know?
Retrorockets blasted
Spaceship settled down
Soft landing on a planet
Dust plumes swirling ‘round.
Crewmen tested atmosphere
Before exiting the door
Donned cumbersome spacesuits
With a planet to explore.
Soon, strange life forms appeared
One tall, one nimble and small
Each wore purple leaves, from purple trees –
that’s all.
The small one plucked purple pears
But before she ate, gave one to her mate
The spacemen shouted quickly--
“Stop! Please wait!”
--James Tate
Categories:
spacesuits, science fiction
Form: Rhyme