Remember contest start and stop dates I usually offer up one. I just did lyric poems and I came across a type called mad song. A little green man has just fried some fuel cells on Apollo. As he sits in the service module this is what he sang: Apollo 13's Gremlin They wish a taste of cold, void space; And now can't find Earth's cover. Out in the ark. Out in the dark. Far from their loving mother. Now see them float like a feather; Going nowhere in their raft. Not where they planned. Not where they land. Like a bee I stung their craft.