Thirty years ago today
I sat in a London pub
and watched man's first step onto the moon.
The view was hazy from the long day
At Kew Gardens and the Royal Mycological Society,
the late hour,
and an ale or two too many
It was an interesting evening
listening to a pair of mates
who claimed to be authorities.
One said it was all a stage play
and Hollywood special effects.
The other said the Yanks were daft.
They should have waited until full moon
so it would be easier to find.
The poor BBC commentator
had to talk non-stop for hours
with no commercial breaks
until prime time in the US.
This momentous event
only slightly tarnished
by a hint commercialism.
Outside the moon was lost in
Fog and backscattered light.
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