When a rocket plumets down unto earth,
It can not very often be a mortal hearse,
Not dissimilar to a funeral's sad verse.
A flame thrower at the tip of the ship
Would not be a hit to a wife being sick,
As ice particles then would be a wick.
They could leave antennas on the way
To other planets to discover I do so say,
Like stepping stones to instantly play.
A video recorder sends images back,
Water comes from lava they track,
So Mars was once without a sack.
We have an ozone in our stratesphere,
Which we should applaud in apt cheer
As it keeps us still crying in some fear.
Andrew Stevenson 28/06/2024
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