So I hitched a ride
On a comet.
His name was Ison.
“I’s on my way to the Sun.” he said
As we sped
Past the inner planets,
Then dammit-
He took
An elliptical, orbital,
Suicidal swing
At the Sun-
Who easily won
The fight,
While scientists solemnly gasped
At the sight
Of a broken comet
(They didn’t know I was on it),
But they saw me escape
(As I knew I must)-
They thought it was only
Hot pebbles and dust
Shooting away
In a golden ray.
I must say,
I’m awfully glad
They didn’t give chase
Because I just
needed. some. space.
.
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