Claire Fusion arrived early on a Saturday

She wanted a weekend galactic getaway

She looked so damn endearingly pretty

As we rolled across the slumbering city

In a shiny green-glass ball

And down down down

a frozen waterfallll…

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Then a magic atom mix made our world erupt

A catalyst for skyward lift

and we swiftly spiralled up

Claire clutched my hand as we achingly arced

She grinned at me

and her blue eyes sparked

As she whipped our million horses of thrust

She cried, To the universe or bloody bust!

–

And we felt

quite

sensationally highhhhhhh..

–

-CH-

Through infinity we ride

Rolling to the stars

Ah ah ah ah

Rolling to the stars

–

Claire set controls to the heart of the sunrise

On through the the troposphere, thermosphere

And spun past the moon on the lonely dark side

–

Black holes can swallow a nebula cluster

But Claire made me feel I could totally trust her

And it was exactly like she had said

Mars lay behind us and our ball glowed red

Moons of Jupiter appeared like a disco

Europa, Ganymede

and Callisto

–

-CH-

Through infinity we ride

Rolling to the stars

Ah ah ah ah

Rolling to the stars

–

She said hey Transylvanian

Out here on the brink

Do you think I might be really an alien?

–

No, I think that you might be my new peccadillo

A cute space-suited pink and white marshmallow

Claire unbelted and sensually floated

And she said yes sir, it’s been duly noted

Such confusion, Miss Fusion

Every Einstein rule that you flout

You wanna turn me into a fiery firework?

No I don’t want to put you out

–

-CH-

Through infinity we ride

Rolling to the stars

Ah ah ah ah

Rolling to the stars

–

Galaxies beckoned in a star-storm before us

I thought of the time I saw a live Brontosaurus

Claire said can you hear God calling?

And then we were slowly

falllllllllllling

——

-BR-

I asked, how was this flight even possible?

I sell cars

You work in a hospital

How did we get to go to the stars

And reach stratospheric levels of fun?

She simply said

Why stars belong to everyone.

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-Outro-

A dream is but a bubble

A pop and then it’s gone

Our green ball, a bubble

In which we were bourn

You’re so dreamy Claire Fusion

I hope that you’re not an illusion

Please never stop

Don’t ever

Pop

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Copyright: Rod de Lisle