An asteroid's coming
They say it might hit
But they say 'please don't worry'
'Well OK just a bit'
A mere seventeen years
That's how long we've all got
They're quite sure of the date
But not of the spot
It might land on desert
It might land in sea
It might land in forest
It might land on me!
We need a big rocket
Come on Uncle Sam
Packed full of explosives
Mr Bush is the man
Who else could be trusted?
Who else could we choose?
We'll send him up in it
With a match and a fuse!
Rhymester
RHP (RedHotPoet)