Gustav Holst’s
Winged Messenger
The lifeless silver
sphere
Races around our fiery
star
As fast as its name’s
sake
The fast-flying Roman
deity,
Messenger to the gods
Gustav Holst’s
Winged Messenger
The lifeless silver
sphere
Races around our fiery
star
As fast as its name’s
sake
The fast-flying Roman
deity,
Messenger to the gods
Gustav Holst’s
Bringer of Jollity
The mighty gas giant
Red belted Jupiter
Largest in the solar
system
With its great red
spot
A storm that has raged
For centuries
I see the bright stars high above me
I almost feel they are
a part of me
But as each one
sparkles like a gem
I know one day I will
be part of them
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one working
as an elocutionist
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the clients
When it says Enunciate,
Enunciate
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working as an un-packer
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the workers
When it says Extricate,
Extricate
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working at the Hotel
He doesn’t really communicate
And it scares a lot of
the Guests
When it says Remunerate,
Remunerate
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working as a Miner
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the workers
When it says Excavate,
Excavate
I Love Sci-Fi , but not all of it To give you a clue, I will just say That I’m in my element when I Boldly go to a galaxy far far away