ASTRO-DOGS II (STAR WARS)

Those dogs got the call and they flew off to Houston,
Where they’d been summoned by scientists querying and curious,
Then reported to NASA and learned of their mission:
To return to the moon and then onward to Sirius!

It was a brand new year in Houston,
And those dogs were called up by the Astros.
At camp they learned of this year’s mission:
To return once more to this fall’s Series.


The rockets ignite and they blast past the tower,
Then a thundering roar as they climb to the east.
They shatter Mach Ten as Gus maxes the power,
Beyond the earth now they sail in a fiery streak.

The crowd has gotten louder,
And the pitcher sends his heat,
Max blasts it with his power,
And shatters glass across the street.


They curve past the moon and the meteors fall,
As comets and asteroids now whistle by.
Then they nearly explode in a bright blazing ball,
As they blast and they crash through the south summer sky.

Max takes a sweeping curveball,
The next pitch whistles by,
He pounces on a fastball,
And blasts it to the sky.


They land on the moon and they set up a base,
Then rockets full power, they head into space!

It’s 3-3, he’s at the plate,
Let’s rock this town, let’s rock this place!


They’ll present us with wings!
We’ll be on TV!

He clears the fence with just one swing!
They’re in the lead! It’s 4-3!


They’ll crack the champagne!
We’ll come home as heroes!

We’ll win this game!
. . . And mas dinero!


That brave young Dalmatian, through the stars he is soaring!
Brave Dalmatian? Now there’s an oxymoron.

He’s going to be famous --- a cosmical Ranger.
You ignoramus --- it’s the Texas Rangers.

He’s out this world!
You’re out at third!


I’m raising my shields!
Get off the field!

Quit taking my turn!
You throw like a girl!

You’ve ruined my poem!
You’re out at home!



Your Eagle is stranded!
Why, you bloodthirsty Beagle! You planned this!



Pint-sized, you’re lookin’ for a fight!
Four eyes! Your spots are white!

You puny pampered pet!
You’re scared of the vet!

You stupid stinky cat!
Give ,,, me ,,, back ,,, my ,,, bat!!!


“ %*#@!!! ”
“ #$&%!!! “


Blessed are those who make peace,
They will be called sons of God.


“ ??? ”
“ ??? ”


Gus sends their craft to Sirius,
And back to Houston beams the facts.
A brand new star makes NASA curious,
And they name it Alpha Max.

It’s game seven of the series,
And in the ninth it’s 2-2.
Max takes a swing most furious,
And blasts it to the moon.


David J Allen
April 24, 2006


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