Saturday, 9 April 2016

From my old poetry book.

This was a contemporary take on a scientific achievement of the time. It does not make the poetry any better...

There was a space probe called Giotto,
Who chased Halley's Comet a lot-o,
He thought that the tail,
Was cold, just like hail,
But it wasn't – it was terribly hot-o.

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