Put on your glasses (some call ’em cheateors)–
We’re all going out a-chasing meteors.
Some like stars
And some like planets;
Some hunt comets,
A few hunt Gannets;
But we go in for something fleeteor:
I refer to the all-elusive meteor.
Wear your woolens; bring the heateor–
For the weather is cooler than any meteor.
Meteors are
Just chunks of matter
That hit our atmos-
Phere and splatter.
Drag along your choicest competeors,
For we go out to count us meteors.
Be sure there’s gas in the old two-seateor,
To get to the field where we meet the meteor;
And why should I
Who versify
Forsake economy
To learn Astronomy?
Because, at Dem Gates, dat old Saint Peteor
Might turn me down because my verse lacks meteor!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 9, 1946
