(A Star Wars poem, this is.)
“Star Wars – New Beginnings,
Episode four hundred
and ninety-seven…
… and a half!”
.
You have to laugh
at how a film franchise
can expand
beyond an alien land,
backwards and forwards,
sequels and prequels
equals… box office
with, perhaps, diminishing Imperial returns?
.
The Empire burns,
whilst the Coalition learns
a little, forgets a lot,
as they both dance a strange gavotte.
.
And when I think of Star Wars,
I am always bemused by the Storm-troopers –
their lack of accuracy amuses me,
as they miss their targets,
again, and again;
how could they be that poor?
I think that target practice
would help ensure
improved averages, all around;
as, all too often, they aim for the filmstars,
and hit the ground.
Graeme Sandford 