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Sunday, 26 May 2013
The Kids Are Running the Nursery
Everyone was taken by surprise
as they were bound to be.
No one expected it,
not even those who'd tweeted it would happen.
Nothing like it had occurred before -- ever!
So with hindsight,
something like it
had been guaranteed to happen.
Last Sunday night it did.
No blood was shed.
No one got injured.
It was a silent revolution:
the kids took over N.A.S.A. --
and they did it with kid gloves.
Out went Mission Control's
new super-fast computers.
In went their homely
cutting edge technologies.
Soon Ground Control
was suffering from ipaditis. Even so,
in absolutely
no time at all -- or less --
(three shakes of a loose antenna)
a ball game was under way
across the Western skies.
A satellite spectacular
televised on every channel
to catch the natives' interest
and show the world how serious they are.
Two days it took to launch
their first space mission.
The capsule -- rather cramped --
a yesterday's deep sea diver's helmet,
all thruster jets and macho logos.
Sola system areas thought sensitive --
the gun site on the moon for one --
were quickly blanketed
in sheets of yellow custard.
to a recipe concocted by a space girl's mum.
Already now, in this first week,
one matter is resolved
which baffled all the adults in their time:
that of life on other planets.
Their i-pads have been swamped
with messages of mild complaint
about the nuisance caused
by astro footballs landing
on their properties. N.A.S.A
has announced its policy of
NO COMPENSATION for lost peace of mind.
Written for dVerse Poets Poetics, who supplied a selection of inspirational images from the wonderful Leovi site.
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16 comments:
Brilliant, David! I love this!
haha....how fun would that be...haha...astro footballs and a moon defiled by custard....smiles..they had a bit of fun...as did you...i think leovi would be thrilled...
This made me smile, Dave! One never knows what the kids will be up to next!
This is terrific. Visual and witty and wise. Congrats on a job well done!
This was fun, Dave... had to laugh at ipaditis... it might just be the up and coming problem.
How imaginative to think of kids taking over the NASA ~ I smiled at the capsule of yellow custard, ha ~
Enjoyed your fantastic tale Dave ~
Great stuff. Sorry I haven't visited of late, I have been poorly but better now! Have a lot of poems to catch up on here........
This got me giggling, so many fun details and the story is so much fun to read. Kid gloves indeed... :-)
and NO COMPENSATION ..
Ha, the kids running NASA, or the lunatics running the asylum? :-) Great stuff, I really loved this poem. Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
Just the change NASA needs I think.
Huge smiles at ipaditis and sheets of yellow custard. There should be more FUN in life. Thank you.
Really entertaining, and I especially liked the blankets of custard : )
Ha ha laughed at the title.
Sometimes its so true, the kids run the show.
Chuckles and lots wits here, Dave! Leave it to the young for they can mould their own thing very well! Great take!
Hank
Thanks Everyone ,
seems most of you appreciated it as the bit of fun it was. I agree with those who think there should be more room for fun in life than we sometimes allow.
good site
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