
We’re Part of a Particle Party



It’s Christmas but not as we know it so strange we can hardly absorb it the thought of a virus or poet invading your personal orbit and no chance of meeting a Klingon or saving a planet in trouble so just get your glad rags and bling on and party inside your own bubble Festoon it with baubles and holly Be careful in case it should burst Rejoice and sing loudly be jolly avoiding the need to be nursed The rules will relax don't know when We'll boldly go everywhere then
Deep space is very serious
Research is being done
But up to now no studies have discovered any fun
Experimental data show
A nothing on a graph
No pan-galactic sonic mission ever heard a laugh
The comics must be further off
What planet would they be on
They might be taking time to send a joke they all agree on
It takes a hundred years to hear
From such a distant void
Knock knock would make a lot of astrophysicists annoyed

Part 1. Crisis
The aliens came on a bus
No airport security faffing and fuss
Their planets were turning to dust
Cold slime and hot gases and rust
Their relatives starved fried or frozen
Not really what one would have chosen
Blown up or extinct or dissolved
Well that was just how things evolved
But no-one was covered in pus
That was a big plus
Part 2. Passengers
The aliens who led on this rescue were red
And true to their colour were cross
The bus stops in space were all over the place
And they had to make Earth or be lost
Each colour and kind had its own frame of mind
Only five of each shade left alive
They were mostly unskilled and about to be killed
And only the red ones could drive
Though their blood vessels threatened to burst
As they grumbled and cursed
The green ones were sick, the dull greys a bit thick
Hot pink ones just far too embarrassed
Pale purples were weedy dark blues sad and needy
Reds shoved them all on feeling harassed
Bright orange ones sang to cheer up the whole gang
Ignoring their various behaviours
And those waiting elsewhere waved strange limbs in thin air
To flag down their furious saviours
Who complained could you please try and phone us
That would be a bonus
There were edible sorts who’d been hunted for sport
Being prey it took ages to find them
Shape and colour would change through a fabulous range
So they blended with what was behind them
Then white ones like shrouds who’d escaped nuclear clouds
And sweet jelly-like trembling young yellows
Giants burnt nearly black came in search of a snack
Having eaten their barbecued fellows
The reds said climb on and we’ll risk it
Just stick with a biscuit
The last desperate place was our nearest in space
And in skin tones from chocolate to custard
So they fought and it left them destroyed and bereft
But then friendliness turned them all mustard
No more mutual loathing no housing no clothing
One colour and that not exciting
No more bombing or shooting or hacking or looting
But Earth still looked very inviting
There was standing room only for these
But they didn’t have knees
Or a single disease
Part 3. Arrived on Earth
The rainbow crowd first hid behind the bus
Anticipating shovelfuls of fuss
We said Come out our main concern was pus
It’s raining and we’ve so much to discuss
You’ve suffered but you’ve learned you can’t deny it So whatever your suggestion is we’ll try it
Say we stopped our bombs and life got deadly quiet
Maybe colour could explode and be a riot?
They said absolutely let’s have fun together
Plus our skills include control of global weather
So the rescue bus out of the blue
Saved all of us too
Yes that’s me and you
If it’s true