Our Scene is set in Cape Canaveral,

At a Space Convention, held in the U.S. of A.,

The major players were speaking there,

And they all had plenty to say,

Projects exploring outer space,

Daring, audacious, in every way.

 

Boris Johnson spoke up for the good old U.K.

He was chipper, smug, lively, and bright.

Boris made some rocket noises,

So, he judged the tone just right!

“We have done our risk assessment,

We are flying directly, straight at the Sun!

We have solved all the attendant problems,

Every single one!”

 

The conference was stunned into silence,

Then every delegate laughed!

This plan was absurd, it was utterly daft!

“You'll be burnt to a cinder, fried to a crisp!

It’s not just a ‘maybe, a ‘perchance’ or ‘perhaps.’

“No!” Johnson, rapidly interrupted,

“We have thought through everything, chaps.

Our space craft is protected, mobile and light,

And we’ve decided we’ll go there at night!”