For Throwback Thursday, here is a slight re-working of an older poem. Place tongue firmly in cheek, and begin…
Working on a starship
Flying round in space
Can sometimes be so scary:
It’s a dangerous place!
My best friend is called Terry
He works in engineering.
You wouldn’t believe the tales he tells
Of wonky starship steering!
The safety klaxon sounds:
‘All hands to your stations‘.
They calmly work together,
This ship of many nations
So I tried to be as calm
When he came back from supplies
Wearing a bright red outfit:
“Terry, is that so wise?”
I’ve seen some nasty things
Happen to those who dress in red.
The one constant for all of them
Is they surely end up DEAD!
But what can I do about Terry?
He’s not in the least superstitious.
So now the more pressing question is…
When should I ask out his missus?
Picture courtesy of flickr.com/photos/warriorpoet/7995056932 / Creative Commons