Member Poem

(With apologies to Thomas Hardy)

When I set out for Acamar,
    a hundred light years away,
    the galactic winds were at play.
I thirsted for an ice-blue star
when I set out for Acamar
    a hundred light years away.

What I should find at Acamar
    while held in its gravity field,
    AI had not revealed,
nor had my cogitation jar
said what I’d find at Acamar
    while held in its gravity field.

When I came back from Acamar
    with fins and an extra head,
    some gawped, some swooned, some fled —
they said that I had gone too far
when I came back from Acamar
    with fins and an extra head!

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(Appeared in Lighten Up Online)