From the Front Line

Okay, so we were bored.

A lament for Lucky Jim

Jim, my lad, you did just fine
Even for a humble mine
On the winds of change you'd drift
Whilst Varras always seemed miss
To us you never be "just a spore"
We'll remember you for ever more.

And a contribution from Jasper...

Lt. Varras you lucky man,
Soaring through the air.
Your spaceship crashed away you ran,
Those red blobs don't look friendly.

Lt. Varras you lucky man,
You keep the geneseed safe.
Dancing swiftly as you can,
Avoiding Lucky Jim.

Lt. Varras you lucky man,
The red blobs float the other way.
Your nimble feet - your electric fan,
You waft the floating menace.

Lt. Varras you lucky man,
There seems to be a noise.
A flash of claws - A glint from teeth,
Not so lucky now.

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