Poem 21 comes on the heels of an auspicious day. A lot of folks suffered from eclipse fever. Here is a small tribute to the great deal of fuss made about a heavenly matter. Thank you Haley H. for the inspiration. And to all you flat earthers out there, eat a bag of eclipse.
“Foofaraw”
A solar foofaraw.
A celestial event.
Looked right in it’s maw,
and retinas are spent.
Tinfoil and pinholes,
promised safe views.
A collection of assholes,
on channel five news.
Looking up to the heavens,
instead of their palms.
Hapless expressions,
on science savants.
A great galvanizer,
this grand foofaraw.
Succinct synchronizer,
elliptical law.
When events in the sky,
pull you up from below.
Keep a well focused eye,
on the coronal glow.
These events are rare,
and define the space-time.
Perceived solar glare,
amplifies the sublime.
Look up, look up!
A newer reality.
Truly abrupt,
passed its totality.
A box of used glasses,
and plenty of tricks.
Another one passes,
goodbye eclipse.
