whisper on the wind.
impossible either way.
collide deep within.
begin things new.
salvage seek and mend.
Two rats removed the skipper’s keys.
Indeed, from his back pocket.
They tippy toed to Thunder Breeze,
and hurried to unlock it.
Cyclone cranked the engine up.
Typhoon played the guard.
Cyclone made the throttle whump,
and hit the switch too hard.
Launched they were the rat-o-naunts.
Away they went at untold knots.
The rats then saw a rainbow crown.
Typhoon spewed and stewed.
Cyclone merely yelled, “Calm down!
I’ll check the latitude!”
Cyclone set the gismo low.
The ship went tilt in space.
“Now we’ll ride the rainbow slow."
Typhoon shook his face,
Relaunched they were the rat-o-naunts.
Down they went at untold knots.
Typhoon yelled, “Abort this dip!”
But Earth emerged in place.
Typhoon cried, “We’re going to flip!”
But Cyclone upped the pace.
Cyclone docked the vessel ship.
Typhoon gave a grateful yip.
They tippy toed off Thunder Breeze.
Away they went to take a nap.
For done they were with their mishap.