Poems – Sputnik (7-1)

Twinkle, twinkle little Sputnik;

You are such a dirty tricknik.

Up above the world so high,

Making zig-zags in the sky.

How the hell can people sleep,

When all night you go ‘Beep-beep-beep’.

Telling all the Tims in Heaven,

Rangers one, Celtic seven?

(Author Unknown)