Note: Merkanooka is in Australia. Seguin, a town in Texas, is pronounced “suh-GHEEN.” Turley is in Oklahoma.
A space-ball fell from nowhere on Namibia,
A place more noted for a fossil tibia.
Another one, the Merkanooka ball
From Gemini, no mystery at all,
Held water for the astronauts to drink.
This latest one I don’t know what to think.
A Turley lady got a noggin-knock
From sky junk happily not hard as rock.
The Phobos-Grunt Mars probe that has been stuck,
A fourteen-ton colossus out of luck,
Will make a very hard landing not far
From where I hope that only oceans are.
A Delta rocket needed a latrine,
And dropped its waste from Saudi to Seguin.
A nuked-up Russian bird ran all amuck
And slammed the Arctic like a hockey puck.
This litter from the heavens makes me mutter:
How on earth to dodge the rain of clutter?
The slogan of Texas, “Don’t mess with me,”
Excludes the mess from space, apparently.
The only remedy I know of, fellas,
Is carrying some mighty stout umbrellas!
(Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)