I was going to scrabble together my drabble but ended up with a work of poetry instead. So this one's just a bit of fun for you lot, a poem flipped if you like onto the communal bin by galactic midden.
Significant note caveat addendum... consider this the small text
I reserve the right to change my mind and submit this as my drabble should I in fact, which is quite possible, and whimsically change my behavioural cognitext, give this in fact as a true and proper submission, however unlikely said work resembles a story, to be unmissably submissable as the GM drabble replacing whatever nonsense, through writers block, laziness or other circumstance I find myself in. Also if this ends up being a better piece of writing than the soggy brain deposit I might make between now and Thursday.
A placeholder poem until I can launch the real spaceship - by Galactic Midden
Somebody once said as they left the outfitting boutique,
Planet-side is too safe; it’s just a haven for the meek.
And the bold would deride those ‘rooters’ below,
Come they would cry, ‘tis the above we will go.
Ever higher they dream for fortune, fame, discovery and more,
Seeking are they to see, live and explore.
Higher and higher went the structures, bloated platforms on haunches,
Incandescent now in countdown, we’ll soon see some launches.
Points of fire it draws them, hot balls dangling with mysterious glow,
Stupid ones forget permission and are blasted, but others Elite they shall go.
