Just 4 U

(Picture Credit - Education Sites)

K, so here’s the deal,

English will change,

Goi!

Gr8 eh?

Lol.

B4u know it, all changed.

Fyi some call it Textese or SMS Language.

But through will become thru

And though of course tho

Anyway.

Goi.

K so this poem might not trend,

But I’m way ahead of my time,

That’s my Msg.

N2u tho that may b.

That things must change,

That is.

8 it don’t u?

Such g9.

Scary Tbh.

4 me and 4u.

(Bm&y).

(I prefer you as yu it’s tru)

Just Gfi is wot I say.

Even when Prw!

Somy?

Sotmg.

Soz

Laters – Sbtsbc.

Ttfn and bfn.

Say.

Sit my friend.

Paul Butters

Forbidden Planet

(Picture Credit - Forbidden Planet by Tix dot is)

This planet orbits a yellow sun like ours.

It is in the Optimum Zone to support life.

Sure enough it has a wide variety of flora and fauna.

Highly intelligent life has evolved in its seas and oceans.

Its continents, however, are dominated by a species of primates.

Over the past 300 of the planet’s years they have developed

Some fairly high technology.

But they remain carnivores

Who regularly commit genocide.

They cut down swathes of natural forest

To grow chemically protected

Genetically modified nutrition-sources.

And they mine their planet empty

Of its mineral riches.

The planet’s ecosystem is being rapidly destroyed

By them.

Socially and psychologically they remain primitive.

Yet they possess the means to blow their world

To pieces.

With heavy heart I have to advise

We sign this planet

“No Entry: Off Limits”

For the foreseeable future.

“Forbidden” indeed.

A planet we call MW Orion 8478-3

That its natives call

That ever so common name:

“Earth”.

Paul Butters

Love's Labours

(Picture Credit - Chippy by RAF (Ironically))

I took her for some fish and chips,

We had a reight good time.

The two of us kept locking lips,

It really int a crime.

But then she saw this pilot bloke:

It really wasn’t fair.

Though I’m a super Trekkie clerk,

She saw me as a square.

What she saw in him I’ll never know,

There really was no reason.

But off she went with him, oh no!

It felt just like a treason.

Those fish and chips are getting cold,

With no-one there to eat ‘em.

Them mushy peas have gone to waste, be told,

But she prefers to cheat ‘em.

There are more fish in the sea they say,

And now I’m talking females.

Every dog will have his day,

I’d better watch my emails.

Paul Butters