POEMS FOR PAULA

SPACE TO DRIVE IN

I envy all those Astronauts

No traffic jams up there

A highway through the Heavens

Of motors it is bare



No traffic cones to bar the way

No roadwork’s in the sky

No roundabouts to slow us down

No parking ticket guy



Speed limits, they just don’t exist

Yellow lines, there’s none

From space walks, you can safe return

Not find your motor gone



Accidents are rarely seen

No traffic lights to jump

No points upon your license

No dreaded high, ‘ speed humps ‘



Of course, they have their problems

They’re Human just like us

Like Spacecraft running out of fuel

‘can’t come home on the bus



No Burger Kings or KFC’s

To feed them on their way

No ‘Travelodge’ upon the Moon

To bed down on their stay



They have to dodge the Meteorites

Space debris all a clutter

And eating all that ‘Milky Way’

Will make their stomachs flutter



I can’t imagine what it’s like

Crammed tight inside those ships

And come the ‘Aztec-two-steps’

Your partner gets ‘The Squits’



At least down here you have a choice

To open up the door

But up there in ‘The Shuttle’

They’re gagging on the floor



So down on Earth I think I’ll stay

The roads my saving grace

I never will complain again

When there’s ‘No Parking space’



And when I watch the Shuttle

Take off into the Sky

I’ll think of spacemen with the Squits

And the other poor Guy



Trapped inside that tiny craft

No windows he can open

Clothes peg stuck upon his nose

For fresh air he is groping



So keep your job you Astronauts

I’m happy with my ravings

If someone ‘Trumps’ inside my car

I’ll throw them on the pavements