A poem
Nora and Hank
Stuck in a Crisis
Galaxy Collapsing
Oh no lets go
All aboard the
spaceship
From Star Trek or
Star Wars
Quickly though
there’s no time
Flying past Mars a
boom
All out of ideas
Nora has an idea
Quickly Hank let’s
run
How we’re in space
Well……….
*GALAXY COLLAPSES*
:(
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