Just in case I find myself
not as creative in five years’ time,
let me try my hand at future poetry,
to help plump my canon.

If I am fully functioning in five years, great!
Disregard.
If not, we’ll just slip this in as an all-new original,
so the fans have something new
(maybe in five years, there’ll be fans!).

Yes, but what of the space cows!
How will they respond to the crises
of milk in freefall?

Lo, there may be no solution
before the hands of hyperspace!
Are we not men?
Bongo Julienne!

This is just a first attempt, of course.
There may be some nuances
to work out
as now gets closer to then.

I’ll provide my notes later.