At the usual Chilean diner
Satisfying our guac desires,
Huge chips to dip at hand
To face a long night ahead.
“My comrade won’t join tonight”
Said Sebastiaan with a sigh,
“I shall bring him food at once,
For EFC to have a chance”.
As he ordered a full plate
“His name is Josh”, he said.
Yorch Clay – wrote the chef,
For he did not understand.
Then everyone followed the captain
And drove or walked up the mountain
To observe the target PDS 70
Which is forcefully our favorite.
To set up for observations,
One must meet some expectations
This is why, behind the screen
A known face started to peer.
Are you pushing the right buttons?
To ensure everything functions
Jared glances, with narrow eyes,
Guarding Josh as he drives.
If you’re wrong you will hear
“Well, this little maneuver
Is gonna cost us 51 years!”
And you don’t want this in your ears.
Ps. The movie quote in the poem is from Interstellar, one of my favorite movies of all time!