OUR WHIRLING ASTRONAUTS

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OUR WHIRLING ASTRONAUTS

When orbits ninety minutes take,
Then sixteen dawns their day will see;
Experiments they will forsake,
They will not have a moment free.

To shower, shave and brush each time
Must surely wear a person out;
The clocks must learn anew to chime,
All rules of Earth they then must flout.

To toilet train might take a week,
And meals would hurried have to be;
Conditions would be very bleak,
Each orbit would be misery.

Imagine how the training school
Would try to teach these needed tricks?
Since no trainee would be a fool,
The Agency would lose its picks.

Sol the Sage

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