There was a bulletin on the News 
The world was all filled with blues.
They’d found a star heading our way 
Our happy destiny had gone astray.
Some people wanted to run away 
Who knew where to go, which way? 
They wanted to flee the Earth 
The thought was viewed without mirth
We would need a magic wand 
Because of all the panic spawned 
Then someone had a bright idea 
To aid us in leaving Gaea,
We would have to roll the dice 
and,
Taking our chances we’d
Escape into the night.
Poetry Dice Challenge #3, by
Jerry E Smith
©7/16/17
