The Rocket MushroomUp top are the skies and stars.Here in the middle, love and imagination.Imagine a group of metal bars,Moving in their own formation.Cleaning with my broom,I saw something fantastic.A shining magical mushroom,And I felt enthusiastic.Metal bars and mushroomsCan only form one thing.With some weird fumes,Here comes the missile king.The Rocket Mushroom.The sign of danger,The source of all doom.Beware stranger.
An invitationAn invitation to stardomWas what I offered herWith an instigationof our own version of gold, frankincense and myrrh.She softly declinedAs I convinced herTo join a prestigious blurIn time, she will preferThere was so much to confer.We had our own little debateShe slowed me somehow, subtlyI told my tale, unsure how,but it was one of theHappiest moments in my life.I promised her my serviceJust for her to joinI was to beg and offerEverything worth the coin.But alas she declined.I had the right wordsIn my tongue toAnswer back to her's.We had our own excuses,Both of us, left speechless.I promised he
A love song of sorts.If I gave you stars,Will you fly with me,As I escort you to Mars?Lets go to space to seeThe planets and the universe,Just you and me.Or we could travel across the skyPlay in the clouds by the sunSlide by the rainbows and up againBut if the gods are not on our side,I'll find a way, I'll be there.I'll get to you, and we'll be togetherHave you even got a clueThat what my heart speaks is true?And that the galaxy's stringsAre played by the chance thatYou might answer me withA subtle "I love you".I was spending the day in the moonWhen i met you a bit too soonI was spending a lot for thisAn oneiric sight you