Mother Goose in Space

Moved by an addiction to science fiction, former Boston Architect Frederick Winsor, 56, tried his hand at a new literary form: "space rhymes" for children and adults. The results, some of which appear in the current Atlantic, constitute a somewhat garbled tribute to the complexities of life, in or out of the nursery, in a mid-20th-century universe. A sample from The Space Child's Mother Goose:

Little Bo-Peep

Has lost her sheep.

The radar has failed to find them.

They'll all, face to face,

Meet in Parallel Space,

Preceding their leaders behind them.

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