Foam on the Tank!

Oh give me some foam, whose pieces won’t roam,

from the tank, on which its attached,

with seldom the sight, of pieces in flight,

the shuttle, it hardly gets scratched.

Foam! Foam on the tank!

Stay stuck, to the place you’re attached!

With seldom the sight, of your pieces in flight,

The shuttle, it hardly gets scratched.

Where the foam is so pure, application so free,

the makeup, so balmy and light,

That I would not so yank, my foam from the tank,

For all the reasons so right.

Applying the foam, on that bright shining dome,

We shower each other in streams,

where the graceful white paste, we apply with such haste,

on ourselves more than tank, so it seems.

Foam! Foam on the tank!

Stay stuck, to the place you’re attached!

With seldom the sight, of your pieces in flight,

The shuttle, it hardly gets scratched. —John L. JerzFoam on the Tank! (Jerz’s Literacy Weblog)

My brother, an engineer, wrote this in honor of the space shuttle’s safe return. (Sing it to “Home on the Range.”) He’s also written about chads.