Science Fiction Things To Come... Poem by Shaun Cronick

There are things to come,
From Friday and beyond.
Poems of science fiction,
Of which I'm very fond.

Poems of pure oblivion,
Of aliens and drop ships.
Poems of forbidden planets,
And interstellar trips.

Of spooky goings on,
In the realms of deep space.
A tale most guaranteed,
To wipe a smile off your face.

And there's plenty more horror,
To leave you cold and numb,
For these are the beginning,
Of many, THINGS to come...