What You Get For Christmas Poem by Bull Hawking

I've decided to give you outer space
For Christmas
But it's damnable hard to wrap
At least at warp speed
I think the milkyway could be the bow
You were hoping I'd be
it contains pulsars
That make our blood pressure rise
And your heart go flip flop
Through our lighthouse
Those nebula remind me of our poems
Just a little more diffuse and almost as colorful
They say space is cold
but we could wear those bubble boy suits
Think we could get a double
Otherwise....it'll be hard to kiss....and stuff
But I like the no fuss
Weight loss aspect...if you call
A 3g take off no fuss

I've been stressing over wheather
This gift is big enough for you
Ive been known to put little spaces between
My lines
But they were lacking in sparkle
The night sky was always ours anyway