The POTW: Verse Til It Hurts


POTW #92
(Week of 13 July, 1997)

This week I got to feeling sorry for the poor Pathfinder Mars Rover, out
there all by itself...

Lonely Rover

Lonely Rover rolled
Where he was told
On a big red ball in outer space
Obeying, without choice
His Master's voice
With stoic, mechanical grace
Playing a game of fetch
Across a stretch
Of fifty million miles or so
Investigating rocks
And other rocks
And still more rocks
Faithfully catching no one's throw
But still he fretted not
His distant lot
Though dust besmirched his shining chrome
For he was on TV
Where by decree
The dog always finds its way home

Copyright © 1997 by Dave Grossman

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