Sep 2010
Nineteen million NASA's price
To build its crew a safe device
So astronauts could have a place
To handle *** and ***** waste
And men of space would have a loo
To do what other men must do
These millions bucks NASA would pay
So no spaceman would float away
These men were safe from their own farts
With leg restraints and other parts
And all was safely put in place
A porta-***** out in space
But something's wrong I heard today
An amber rain on its way
No place to hide no place to run
A loo in space has come undone
From far in space a cry unheard
A spaceman hit by a flying ****
To build its crew a safe device
So astronauts could have a place
To handle *** and ***** waste
And men of space would have a loo
To do what other men must do
These millions bucks NASA would pay
So no spaceman would float away
These men were safe from their own farts
With leg restraints and other parts
And all was safely put in place
A porta-***** out in space
But something's wrong I heard today
An amber rain on its way
No place to hide no place to run
A loo in space has come undone
From far in space a cry unheard
A spaceman hit by a flying ****
*In July of 2007 I read an article that NASA was spending 19 million US dollars for a Russian built space toilet. A NASA spokesman said that it was a bargain price compared from building one from scratch. Not being a plumber myself, what do I know? Why not have a swank ***** in space, perhaps even with a stack of old Buck Rogers comics floating around.
http://www.techmeme.com/070708/p2#a070708p2
Here's my problem. On the Today show news this morning they reported that the thing already broke, and I felt that bristling tingle of hairs on the back or my neck rising as a warning that all is not safe. This surely cannot end well.
So I did what I always do in a crisis. I wrote a poem. Hope you enjoy reading it to pass the time that we have left before
That foul, possible fatal, ***** asteroid hits.*
http://www.techmeme.com/070708/p2#a070708p2
Here's my problem. On the Today show news this morning they reported that the thing already broke, and I felt that bristling tingle of hairs on the back or my neck rising as a warning that all is not safe. This surely cannot end well.
So I did what I always do in a crisis. I wrote a poem. Hope you enjoy reading it to pass the time that we have left before
That foul, possible fatal, ***** asteroid hits.*
