Where’s My Jet Pack?
The Jetsons had a hover car,
Han Solo lived in space.
Wookies, Ewoks, Cybermen,
well, they all had their place.
But as a kid it seemed to me
that soon we'd be there too.
Flying round on hover boards,
on the Enterprise as crew.
A moon base 'coming soon' they said,
and mining out on Mars.
And then we’d sort out hyperdrive,
and jet off to the stars.
Now I tell the stories
to my enthusiastic kids.
Tales of how the humans
beat up the Vermicious Knids.
Or tales of galactic travellers
or ladders to the moon,
made from carbon filaments,
that day can’t come to soon.
But one thing that I’d really like,
the one thing that I lack,
promised by Tomorrow's World...
I want my damn jet pack!
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The Tree of Dreams
PoezjaRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
