480 - Waiting for the man

While waiting for the repairman to come,
The human race evolved a thousand fold
Until it travelled time and space, the hum
Of human chatter cross the furthest cold
Of inter-universal void. The old
Sun, Earth and Milky Way long gone, memories
Of our brains lost like some primeval mould,
Or like large lizards after ice age freeze,
Like our time when there seemed no hope for peace.
As worlds came to an end I twiddled thumb,
Made millions of phone calls, to be told
The repairman would get here soon. Oh, please!
He finally turned up, the lazy bum,
Fixed the spin dryer. Now it rocked and rolled!
Fri 28 Dec 2007