Knowing About Astromancy
My new Gemini space-craft leaks
Every time the Captain speaks
His voice is not the loudest kind,
Nor the softest that one finds,
But still, to him I plight my troth
But slowly like the lowly sloth,
As upside down we crawl along
This may be right - it might be wrong.
A billion million zillion stars
Flare about us as we pass
Into regions void and dim
Through the silence, me and him.
We are not lovers, you must know,
I'm too fast and he's too slow
Round and round the globe we spin
Only Zeus knows where we'll end
In our game of cosmic gin
Of debauchery, dancing and outright sin
Interspersed with cups of tea
That Admiral Zog so kindly sends
(He does know how to treat his friends)
And this is where this story ends.
Contributors: | Apsley, Stacy Alexander, dkb, Carl Marks, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 5th December 2002. |