MOON OVER MY NASA...
Things went fine
Aboard Apollo 11
As it rocketed into heaven.
It neared the moon.
Inside his air-tight nodule,
Buzz Aldrin buzzed the lunar module
(Which cost more than a Rolls or a Bentley)
Down to the lunar dust,
Where it didn't bust...
But landed gently.
It took not long for a ladder to drop,
So Neil Armstrong could hop
Down to plant a foot
On lunar soot.
But before he stepped,
He said it was for "Mankind" he leapt.
(And Cronkite wept.)
Meanwhile, it seemed opportune
That their buddy circle the moon,
While the moon at its girth
Got to circle the earth,
And the earth (what fun!)
Kept circling the sun.
GIVE HER LIBERTY, OR GIVE HER REST...
Why were there no hurries
For men to pursue
The concept for centuries
That women have rights, too?
Did it give men's ego a scar?
Does equality go too far?
Today's females need to know
That they can help to run the show:
One woman behind them
Is Gloria Steinem.
Her death, when she dies,
Will leave a societal fissure.
Her epitaph will say: "Here lies
Gloria Steinem, and we will Ms. her."
NEUROTICISM SELLS MOVIE TICKETS...
I find myself crying tears by the gallon
As I ponder the mortal panic
Of Woody Allen,
Who is manic...
Depressive as it may sound,
It's not just Woody's plight:
Annie Hall's boyfriend also found
That everyone's uptight.
Okay, Woody does make us laugh;
Gladly, we admit it.
Behind it all is sadness, though; and half
The audience just doesn't get it.
It's possible that the mind of Strindberg, or
Sartre (or Kierkegaard) is indicative
Of what has been left on the cutting-room floor,
Since all that remains is negative.