Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Charting the Stars

Borrow the Wardrobe at the dead of night
If you attempt to use it for your flight,
Lest mum and dad think that you've gone all daft;
They'll put a stop to your flight and your craft!
If you're set upon flying to the stars
Above, that hang over us like wick lamps
From times gone bye, then heed my words, let mars
Be your guide to the fair star cluster camps
That veer away from our fair little home
Of Earth; away from the olden fair Rome.
But if you've a mind to honor them both,
Your mum and dad who've taken an oath,
Then grow up a little, put them at ease;
Then grown up, you may do as you darn please.

Charting the Stars, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012

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