SOMEWHAT BIGGER THAN EROS
Oh yes dear
I will marry you
But do me a small favour first:
Fetch me the planet Mercury.
Why should it take you so long?
You can find it with a telescope.
We can spare you for a fortnight;
I’ll look after things here.
Flying these days is easy.
You can take a comet.
(What are you so restive about?)
We’ll be married the day you get back with it.
I always said that I wanted
Mercury for a wedding present:
Just the right size for us both
Somewhat bigger than Eros.
At the moment he’s near the sun
Which he goes round, of course,
So take your Crookes lenses
And some cream against sunburn.
The wedding will be all prepared
I’m such a good organizer
Each invitation ready to send
The moment that you get back
What is so odd about it?
Why are you muttering so?
Look here, either you get me Mercury
Or I won’t marry you!
Well I’m damned, he went.
It’s as well I found out in time.
I could hardly marry a man
Who wouldn’t fetch Mercury for me!
Let me see, he was the twentieth.
I expect the twenty-first
Will be someone really enterprising
Not like these sissies,
Someone like Tensing or Hillary.
I had better go on
Collecting sheets and cutlery
Against the happy day.
But leaving the monograms out
Because I don’t know his initials yet.