APOCALYPSE: THE REQUEST FOR AIR

I am preparing for the apocalypse end,

If you are too, then I have made a brand, new friend,

I have some bottled air,

But, I have none to spare,

If you need some, for another friend you must send.

MY SPACECRAFT RAN INTO A STAR

My Spacecraft by L. Brandt

My spacecraft ran into a star,
Now, my spacecraft will not go,
And, I did not pay my insurance bill,
So, I cannot get a tow,

I'm now stranded way out in deep space,
My oxygen is running low,
No one answers calls to my place,
And, I can't reach my good friend Joe,

I'd like to order pizza,
But, there's limits on my doe,
Alone and hungry in deep space,
There are no limits on my woe.