Poem - Total Eclipse of... Something in the Sky
You're gonna need special glasses for this!
‘Twas on the news!
Foretold, old tome
“Go!” said press crews
Quit job, sold home
Hoped to cure blues
By viewing an eclipse of that sky dome
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Pets, stuff, gone, sold
Out on the road
Days hot, eves cold
Can’t find abode
Though I have gold
I’m just a modern version of Tom Joad
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Weeks pass, beard grows
Crowds come, wide-eyed
Sun dims, hope flows
“Yes!” we all cried
No sound from crows
Our senses wide
From the near-dark, a group-shout: “No, this blows!”
***
As sun and moon were to meet full maxi
Event blocked by flight of Tesla taxi!
Was ruined, our speck of celestial dusk
“So sorry!” boomed the voice of Elon Musk.
ClownWorld Shakespeare’s on Instagram…
Being a non-American: My eyes want darkness during the day.
My eyes!