They’ll be warring in space soon
about which side and what side the dark side belongs to,
the Chinese will lay claim and give it a name that no one will be able to pronounce except for perhaps a billion Chinese.
The cookie she gave me held advice which could save me,
fortune favours the brave,
I ignored it.
And then there’s shooting stars,
because in space
you need target practise.
© 2019, John Smallshaw.